[Featuring Sean Lett]

Intro: Common

Yeah one two bless

Yeah yeah check it

I got my mellow Sean Lett

He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style

Eighty seven you know the bidness check it

Chorus: Common Sean Lett

After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking

The world keeps spinning so lately I've been thinking

After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking

The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking

Verse One: Common

Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet

Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted

Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game

Hoes in the stable, none do I claim

Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim

Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain

in the midst of precipitation, I make the power

manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations

Got connections in the nation

To incarceration, to general population

More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me

You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me

Seeking the, good sess material

Asking when's my next video

Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university

Enroll your youngun in a nursery

And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself

You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself

I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways

To make it in the last days, now bring it on

Chorus

Verse Two: Sean Lett

I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world

Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl

Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child

I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle

Better school her, so presence is your