grass roachin'

i's got me one time for mi 'migos in incarceration, i blaze a dime wit ye for having lots of 'em patience i's got me two times for my sisters at the county buildin i got some love for all you little ghetto children i's got me three times for ma 'migos that done passed away, i tip some gin for you, and pray for better days pray for better days i pray for better days one day everything's gonna be fine, but until that day. till i die ride or die.