With enough cash on me
to pay the national debt-
I counted my chips...
And placed that bet.

I ran those guns and sold that meth...
around our block, and through Atlanta way...
I hustled those streets, and paved my way.

But when you left me girl
I hit that pipe so strong-
And lost my shit, so wrong... I became so reckless, I destroyed it all- now I thank God ... You came back at all.

I promise you Becca
those days are gone-
And it's just you and me girl... from here and now on.

Written by John LaRue
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