Verse 1 - Lockes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah…yeah)
Alright let’s go, let me tell you a story about a big chest go’
Who loved to sleep around so much until the day came that she got herself preggo
The man didn’t want nothing to do with it so he said screw this shit packed up and left
And left this pretty ass girl with a big ol burden sittin nice on her big ol chests
She tries to work hard but the baby comin…he’s kickin and punchin
Ready to bust out…you can tell by the way her round gut’s out
All hours is lunch hours, she got cravings, barely menstruating waitin for baby
People be acting all shady sayin she ain’t got a man so she ain’t no lady
But she stands tall though, she’s scared…she ain’t had a baby before
And depending on the outcome of this one…she might have a couple of more
She does her job until it gets too hard and she has to sit a little bit out
Hopefully for her by the time she’s back her boss won’t tell her to get the fuck out
She’s around a whole bunch of people that don’t even know what this big mess is about
So they don’t help her much in fact they make it wuse makin it harder to know what to do now
She’s down south, if anyone can help her it’d be her homeboi Lockedown
And once this is through she too will be cool and e’eryone else better watch out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Verse 2 – Lockes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah…yeah) I knew a boi who don’t think with his head
Usually rolled around like he wants to be dead, sped off in the distance, been drinkin
Binge drinkin, sink deep in the dark depths he creeps in
When he’s speakin, you wonder what he’s sayin, slurring his words always in a funk
Getting drunk than a skunk on any block, maine
The way he drives his car, his moves are off, maine
Sex with no protect like he hates his cock, maine
Even when he does it he doesn’t feel on top, maine
More than a fiend, he smokes them rocks, maine
Dropping off them, crops for customers, Lockes and others thinks he’s an awful fucker
So impartial to the butter and doesn’t live right
I just pray so he won’t end up in Hell when he dies
He doesn’t live doesn’t even try to survive
To the beat get finished by the street and then fly
The number of people that came to his wake was five
All dry eyes in the house while I, Comfort noba cause he has noba(dy)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Verse 3 – Lockes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah…yeah) They say this is the real world but still I wonder
Why this world is battle torn and people are getting pulled under
So many people gotta hustle, maine the system got us switching our love yous
Make us love money and muscles, missing out on the actual struggle
Cause we fumble, in a life that you tell us to live and to trust you
You above you but I’m more like Fuck you! Everyone hunts for
The meaning of life but the only way you can do that is by leaving your life
When the rain falls they say the devil’s beating his wife
When the crumbs fall every bird is needing a bite
What would you do just to get a Klondike
If your life is in turmoil, burning like oil
Even your good plans end up getting foiled
Joy is indescribable cause the world seems wonderful
But the people in it wanna watch it crumble
Let’s huddle together and work as a team
And fight those that will do anything for everything
(Yeah, yeah, yeah….yeah)