* Wayne doesn't appear on the song; actual artist is uncredited (Talking) We now return you to you're regular- Scheduled programming I'm bout to bring out the whole Young Money fam right now We gon' set this shit off, my nigga Mac May for president G-series out in the streets right now Hit a nigga on MySpace or somethin' man Holla (Sample) Day dreamin' I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Day dreamin'! [Hook] You already know What the fuck is poppin' Baby I'm what's hoppin-a I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'Dro And I keep a bad bitch wit' me on the low I'mma be a G until the day that I go I can feel it in the air The reaper's comin' slow [Verse 1] Shhh... I can hear the reaper comin' But I ain't scared Oh, no, no, I ain't runnin' Now when I walk past, you might see an extra shadow Angels on my shoulders are usin' me for a battle Spiritual warfare, good versus evil I even fought the demons as a semen Yes I was brought there, cursed ever since my day of birth Got a Heaven-sent flow, though it's Hell on Earth So, with that in mind, I don't live for Prada I'm trying to stack and mack, and got stigmata Tryin'a get the same fan base as Big Poppa Sometimes, when I flow, they say the southern Big's popped up They tell me "don't get murked, or get locked up" But I'm from Holly Grove, I can't give the block up (Holly Grove) So til' the day they drop my box, fuck I'ma ride with my Glocks up You already know [Hook] (Bring it home mang) I'm hitch hikin' on the highway of life You might see me on the side of the road (Who knew this nigga could sing?) I asked the Lord to be my coat and umbrella Cause outside it's rainin' cold It's so cold It's so cold It's so cold (America) It's so cold [Verse 2] I say, Miss America, Land of the Free You ain't never do nothing for a brotha like me You sold me a dream of 40 acres and a mule Then you turn that half-a-acre that I had into a pool You get up on the news, lying about how the levy's broke Now Weezy lost 2 Jags, and spitta's Chevy broke Flooded out engines, messed up suspensions You took everything we had, Uncle Sam, you Satan fan [Hook]