Lyrics
No one really with the functions and these niggas know wassup
I was 18 hittin' licks with uncle Terry maskin' up
I was 16 hangin' out with Jimmy C and baggin' up
Started losin' homies early so a nigga had enough
It's some niggas speakin' on me, why them niggas actin' tough?
I been through it, I done did it, you ain't slid, I'll call your bluff
Before bondin' I was out there really wildin', actin' up
Last time them niggas saw me at the club, we shot it up
Then I pulled up to my mama house, this shit was gettin' rough
When I hit the bity everybody knew where I was from
Couple months later I was saggin' hard and bangin' funk
On the base with tall Dre and B-Rue was havin' it, blood
Can I keep you in mind?
Can I, can I?
Can I keep you in mind?
Can I, can I?
Ayy, fuck with me, check this out, look
Way before this rappin' shit, my nigga, I was bangin' funk
Had them D's on my Caprice and two 15's up in my trunk
Went from that to ridin' Benzes in them bitches, sellin' dope
Avoidin' every single thought of ever goin' back to broke
Took my talent to Atlanta, leveled up and got to brackin'
Me and Bolo out there trappin', every week receive a package (Nigga)
Shootouts on the Westside, try robbin' for an eighth
Call that nigga Jeezy, he wouldn't even let me hold the K
Bailed the homie out the bounty and we flew back to LA
And then my plug came up missin', heard that nigga caught a case
Damn, shit is gettin' fucked up, I can't even catch a break
Niggas bookin' me for shows and I ain't even drop the tape
Came up product of the block and that shit put me in the game
My only interest was the money and to put on for the gang
Turned my brand into a legacy, we add it every day
So when a nigga dead and gone, these motherfuckers know my name, deuce
Can I keep you in mind?
Can I, can I?
Can I keep you in mind?
Can I, can I?