[Frayser Boy talking] 

Frayser Boy 

Aye look 

I got some real shit on my mind man 

Sometimes man I just have to 

You know man, roll me a blunt 

Fill the tank up, and man just hit a dip or something 

Man you know what I'm sayin man 

Cuz man shit gettin hectic out here bro 

Know what I'm talkin bout? Aight 

Light ya blunts up 



When I was just a lil nigga on the block I had big dreams 

There was alot of real fellas mobbin with me 

Always felt God punished me alittle harder 

My momma held it down though I didn't have a father 

I was into greenbrier went to frayser high school 

Staying outta trouble yes I really really tried to 

Turned to the streets cause my momma couldn't teach me 

How to be a man the drug dealers had to reach me 

Peeped alotta things in the hood I lost alotta friends 

And gained alotta ends then lost them back again 

Never killed a man but I damn near tried to 

Get ya pack hide ya blunts cause then ya gotta ride through 



[Chorus: x4] 

Ridin, smokin, thinkin, hopin 

Ridin, smokin, thinkin, hopin 

Cuz I know it ain't easy 



If it wasn't for paul and juicy j fuckin with me tough 

I'd probably have a 9-5 shit be really rough 

But it ain't like that I'm in the music industry 

Fuckin with the rap game the past is just a memory 

I ain't never thought one that I'd make an album 

Gone on the Bay had then young niggaz wildin 

Had a nigga smilin it took alotta hard work 

To make it in the game didn't know where to start first 

Cuz these streets cold I can tell ya cause I know 

Now the only licks I'm hittin if a nigga book a show 

Wouldn't trade it for the world cause its real what I'm doin 

Love spittin this gangsta shit my dreams I'm pursuing 



[Chorus]