Yea Yknamtalkinbout
East Atlanta Trappin, West L.A. Gangsta
Man I can't leave these streets I love 'em too much

[Verse 1:]
Son to niggaz like I skeeted in they momma, A-Town paper
Chasin dolla after dolla at the p.o box adressin problem
After problem bitch I'm from the A and that's the bottom of
The bottom we don't know our manners cause our momma never
Thought 'em, niggaz tottin hammers cause we out here starvin
I heard he Brett Farve (in) A-Town ballin, he ain't seen them
Goons he's to busy hot doggin look at here darlin I'm sunday
Morning Eazy No Stressin That's Eazy off take a knee and thank the Man, get Eazy off the dresser that's Eazy No Pressure That's Eazy No Pressure, We to busy get money we ain't worried bout recession to damn depressin and I'm countin every blessin, learnin every lesson I got it no question real street nigga no fake no flexin.

[Chorus:]
My momma can't get no sleep, my sisters always worried bout me
It's like I can't leave the streets cause it's always gon be part
Of me, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change, I'm tryna change, I'm tryna change.

[Verse 2:]
Free niggaz know the pedigree, lame I'll never be, on the road to riches got a lot of shit ahead of me self evaluatin learnin how to be a better me, they don't compare to me another me there'll never be, cause GOD he Carry (Curr) me they could never bury me I done seen the light you can't scare (scurr) me niggaz try to spare me shots don't purge me askin for respect he ain't fear (fur) me in the hood daily cause I love that dirty, check [?] real bad boy call me Mike Lowrey ball like barry [?] tinkle bell niggaz cause they just fairies, M.O.B 4 life to money I'm married to the hood I love to the set I claim to the top we went from the bottom we came.

[Chorus:]
My momma can't get no sleep, my sisters always worried bout me
It's like I can't leave the streets cause it's always gon be part
Of me, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change, I'm tryna change, I'm tryna change.

[Verse 3:]
No struggle no progress that's just part of the process it's for my niggaz in the projects stuck in that complex bout time I pay homage speakin dope boy ebonics never seen college still somethin like a chemist the way birds fip still somethin like a gymnast, numb your whole mouth still somethin like a dentist twist a cigarillo fill it with the spinach pass it all around let my niggaz hit it I be round the world in my A-Town fitted nigga you ain't heard this is A-Town Business sure not a gimmick and I'm sure not timid you could lose your life in a New York minute where the niggaz play the trappin or the women climb poles where your homies grandmomma got a fresh pair of gold,
Adios! Goodbye, Goodbye Adios! [x4]

[Chorus:]
My momma can't get no sleep, my sisters always worried bout me
It's like I can't leave the streets cause it's always gon be part
Of me, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change tho, I'm tryna change, I'm tryna change, I'm tryna change.