Babe, can you go check on her real quick?
Alright, safety, where you're from, Bunce Road, throw your hands up
(Babe, can you go check on the baby real quick?)
It's that Bragg Boulevard, reportin' live from (safety)
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home? (Yeah, alright, safety)
Cain Road, Eutaw, throw your hands up
(Bonnie Doone, Lewis Heights, yeah, it's been a while (alright, safety)
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home? (Yeah)
Yo, Jermaine, what's the word?
I got a new number, delete that old one
By now, I'm sure you must've heard
'Bout how I got jammed up and had to sit some
It's nothin', though I did longer bids, this was a quick one
I never hit you 'cause I know niggas be playin' victim
Beggin' you for big sums of dough
When income's low, that ain't my style, it'll never be
To me, you'll always be my dawg, not a celebrity
And plus, you did enough, wired me bands, way back when it was rough
Last night, when it was dusk, ran into Jizzle at Cross Creek
You know how he be movin' like he in a rush
Told him, "Come through to the crib over at Haymount Hills"
We sat in my living room, where then we lit a dutch
I ain't even know that he smoke like that
Drank a few beers, it's been years since we joked like that
Yo, I seen Brina on the 'Gram, she don't post like that
But bro, she's still bad, one of the baddest bitches the 'Ville had
Lotta these hoes fallin' off, and it's real sad
How time can rob us of our best days
As we slave for peasant wage with no nest egg
Saved for rainy days, but anyways, what's up?
I thought about you, holla at me, I would love to catch up
I know you busy, but you in my prayers, God bless you and your affairs
Stay aware 'cause real niggas is rare, dawg, safety
Safety, safety, safety (Westside, Cliffdale, throw your hands up)
