Look at where we are now

It's a long way from those dirty roads and them pine trees

So I assume

As smoke fills the room me and my pleigha partners congregate

To politic and plot on our next move

See you ain't from where we from

You ain't done what we done

Them cold winter nights, that air ain't in your lungs

Burglar bars on the windows and doors

Rats and roaches on the double wide trailer floors

See me and my **** use to reach in our pockets and pull out lint

So we knew it was something else out here we had to go get

Yeah I'm down for this lick but **** fuck all that shit I'm really trying to find out

How can a **** go legit

So look at where we are now

As I roll up my past and blow smoke in my path

I can't call whats' coming but I know at the end of this life the only destination is home

So you can tag along as long as you roll one up

As we roam