 On the phone dialing Back in the days I'm eight now Making a tape now Ray gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young Wanted to be the one Till I got Blah, blah, blah Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16 Shooting that That's, that's, that's his bloodstream That's the life of a cranny Real eye cranny And others know the habits behind me Day one, yo Growing oil up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend Jetting a palm metal In Medina, yo No doubt