Ay yo ma, how you doin, it's ya son now And I picked up the mic and put the drugs down Now I'm tryin to do some things that'll make you proud Instead of everytime I call it's to bail me out Oh why didn't I listen to things you used to tell me Knowin that everything that you said would never fail me Like 'they got plans for ya Ain't nothin I can do when them laws get they hands on ya' But I ain't listenin, even payin attention I'm just tryna get mine Takin advantage, you would get two jobs at the same time Ungrateful, complainin about Nike and Polo signs But you always come through, and what do I do I wreck both ya cars, stole money from ya drawers Sold dope out ya yard, stayed into with them laws Tryin to pay you back for all the stress that I caused And always be there to give you whatever you want