There's not much a man can do inside a prisoner Just take his mem'ry trips and fights the pain And a word from home can mean so much to a prisoner It's been years since that last letter came Not a day goes by that I don't think of mama And my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet Marie And old friends I ran around with keep on running through my mind But I just wonder if they ever think of me I wonder if they know that I'm still living And still proud to be a part of Uncle Sam I wonder if they think I died of hunger In this rotten prison camp in VietNam Not a day goes by that I don't think of mama And my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet Marie And I remember daddy sayin' you'll come back a better man And I just wonder if they ever think of me Oh I just wonder if they ever think of me

So you're with her, and not with me, I hope she's sweet, and so pretty I hear she cooks delightfully, a little angel beside you So you're with her, and not with me, Oh how lucky one man can be I hear your house is smart and clean, Oh how lovely with your homecoming queen Oh how lovely it must be... When you see her sweet smile baby, Don't think of me When she lays in your warm arms, Don't think of me So you're with her, and not with me, I know she spreads sweet honey In fact your best friend, I heard he spent last night with her Now how do you feel When you see her sweet smile baby, Don't think of me When she lays in your warm arms, Don't think of me And it's too late and it's too bad, Don't think of me Oh it's too late and it's too bad, Don't think of me Does it bother you now all the mess I made Does it bother you now the clothes you told me not to wear Does it bother you now all the angry games we played Does it bother you now when I'm not there When you see her sweet smile baby, Don't think of me When she lays in your warm arms, Don't think of me And it's too late and it's too bad, Don't think of me Oh it's too late, oh it's too bad, Don't think of me

Let me tell you something, man When you see a nigga like me Look me straight in the eyes Talk to me man, not at me And if I pass you some weed Don't hold that shit for too long Let everybody get high It's real nigga's in here I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up Just bought a brand new car, backed it straight in Smokin' on this strong, the pack just came in I rep my gang hard, it's tattooed in my skin I'm such a fucking boss, I run with made men Diamonds in my chain, OG in my paper Fuck a bottle loss, Fuck about a hater Fuckin' up the club, fuckin' up this paper Fuck with GBE, fuckin' with them gangsters Ridin' it like I ain't never had shit Gold in my mouth, I'm talking cash shit Left her with the gang, he need a new bitch I ain't sweat her, she was comin' at my crew neck I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up I'm a rider, pistol toter Pistol blower, kush smoker Bands all in my pocket Think you goin' take it? Stop it My youngins get it poppin' Now you on the news, they watchin' Fuckin' with my gang, you gon' end up in violence Fuckin' with Taylor Gang, you fuckin' with the pilots Smokin' on this dope, thumbin' through the checks Thots on my dick like who gonna do me next I spent so many checks, I coulda bought a jet GBE 'til I die, I do it for my set Go, go I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up

Sosa, baby Blood Gang, baby Sit Gang, baby Fifth Gang, baby Get It Gang, baby Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want to freak you? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Baby, do I love you? No, no, no, no, no But where you tryna go, go, go, go, go? Benihana's, Wokcano's, no, no, no, no Girl, we gon' take it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow Girl, my sex is like yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I swear it's the best, best, best, best, best Girl, it's gon' leave you stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed When I hop up out that wet, wet, wet, wet, wet You know how I'm rocking, tweet, beat, skeet then delete She french kiss the D like oui, oui, oui, oui and the oui At the restaurant, I eat, eat, eat, eat and I eat When we get home, she eat, eat, eat, eat Chinese Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want it freaky? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm driving fast, she like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Baby, I don't drive slow, ow, ow, ow, ow Don't care 'bout running from the po, wow, wow, po-po Is you gon' ride? Is you gon' roll, wow, wow, wow, wow? She like eating Wonton and she like to wine and dine Baby, I ain't got the time, tried to tell it, I went blind Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want it freaky? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Aye man you know how I'm rocking, cutoff stockings All designer man getcho grind up you know I got a Breightling for the timer that ain't nun new But these motherfuckin Margiela shoes I bought Is for me cappin you know what I'm saying? I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin', racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap This for Cap this for Blood, riding round with my thud G-L-O G-A-N-G we not with that giving up Don't expect me to give you hug Bullets coming fill you up Oreo Double Stuffed, Nigga get yo feelings hurt Boy I got that Pizza Hut, Giordanos which one you want? Get that Grezielda Blanco like "Aye lil Pablo where da fuck ya going? In the club froze I bought the bar I dont even want it I don't drink no alcohol I be drinking that lean I'm snoring I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin', racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap Gambino grab my meatroll Aye Tadoe grab my K doe Aye Justo make sure Benji straight, folks think he in Barbados Niggas wanna try me let the K go Wtf Chief Sosa waiting for? Got pink birds looking like Flamingos She dust my shoes off like I'm Fabo Keep racks in my pockets everyday tho Inna Caps and I'm Cappin spending all the play-doh Trap house bumping like he dancing with Kemo Off the car lot I'm smashing I'm riding like an A-hole Remember on the block shooting up niggas Limo's Now my birthday is every damn day tho Wonder how I got the racks in my jeans? Cause I be working every damn day tho I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin, racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap

Shawty said she was a dreamer I turned they asses to a believer My other bitch like Justin Bieber I guess that bitch a belieber I still remember my hoes I bet they still remember micro I wave a bitch off micros You only woke up and like blow All these bitches chasing after D Tell these bitches, chase after cheese I forgot I'm the fucking cheese I ride alot around, spending Gs Who raised me, my momma granny No actor but I need a grammy Taxing niggas on Sammy Girl you know I'm Sosa Sammy I don't be off the molly, I just be off alot of weed Pull up, crash the party Shots at everybody Can't be chasing these hoes, gotta be chasing these rolls I was dreaming 'til I woke I ain't a dreamchaser, bitch I just glow Sosa you be flexing, I know Sosa you keep weapons, I know I ain't got a yacht, I got a boat And that bitch is as big as my home I was locked up, Divison 4 Repping my set the nigga's home I remember back in '94 wait I was born in '95 tho Remember trapping just to get a coat 'Member trapping just to get some clothes Now I buy anything I want, Anything I wanted and any more I ain't never been to Mexico but I'm smoking on Texico Remember pilling out in 4. 4s Now I get 94 for a show Jewelry and commas for a show I through it in the water and let it float It's icy like the fucking North Pole I don't need no stops in my wardrobe Lady I got the fucking pack and I got the fucking sack Its alot of snakes in the grass Watch out, they'll bite you in yo back