The Farm

[Master P Talking] You know what? I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin? Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out there and get it how I live. ya heard me? Ha Ha [chorus 4x] Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm [Master P] We live that thug life, I mean that drug life Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator