The Gift Video (MV)

I love you Gotti
I love you Bro
Thank you, Ms. O, you gave me a light gift
Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift
I might read a book in the morning, I might lift
I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit
Thank you, Ms. O, you gave me a light gift
Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift
I might read a book in the morning, I might lift
I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit

Grandma did a bid, Mama did a bid
Mama just had to put dope ahead of the kids
So the cycle recycled,
When my turn came, what the f*ck could I do
But ha-choo, and bless myself with state boots
Step into the land of the giants in gray suits
Sing Sing dreams at 20, there's so many
Is anybody still in the town, don't know any
Sha-Kim here, Shorty King here
The homie Cross puttin' that chocolate up in the air
And Ms. Ummmm, with her chocolate ass
Got mirrors stickin' out of every bar she pass
The God Jah passed the gas in B block
Said if you don't know your lesson, you keep-locked
And I had to respect that
I knew he checked back, and his blade I'd catch that

Thank you, Ms. O. You gave me a light gift
Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift
I might read a book in the morning, I might lift
I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit
Thank you, Ms. O. You gave me a light gift
Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift
I might read a book in the morning, I might lift
I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit

Seventeen clicks of a calendar will challenge ya
Hearing stories about your girl will off balance ya
World crazy, I created another
Then the God I-Khan sent the book to his brother
Lost my mother and I barely cried
The consequences of a homicide
Shackled like Hannibal Lecter when they took him
With two white men who ain't never been to Brooklyn
Brought him back to the lies and dope
I studied theology, it gave me rising hope
I wrote for the A-team, I wrote for Bird Land
Felt like Lil Wayne and Stone was Birdman
Taught me Ptah and Amon Ra
Rest in peace bro, King I be God Allah
I was raised where the crooks at
So when I made the board, I ain't never look back

Thank you, Ms. O. You gave me a light gift
Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift
I might read a book in the morning, I might lift
I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit
Thank you, Ms. O. You gave me a light gift
Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift
I might read a book in the morning, I might lift
I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit

To be a, to have, to have once been a criminal is no disgrace
To remain a criminal is the disgrace
I, I formerly was a criminal
I formerly was in prison, I'm not ashamed of that