Lyrics:

My homie called me like what up man
Nat from Florida but what up fam
Is been a whole lot of hatin again
and if they hatin on me damn what up then
I met this girl when I was three years old
and what I love most she had so much soul
She said excuse me lil homey I know you don't Know me but uh my name is wendy(windy)and uhhh I like to blow trees
and from that point I never blow her off
niggas come from out of town I like to show her off
They like to act tough she like to tore em of
and make them straighten up they hat cuz she know they soft
and when I grew up she showed me how to go downtown
and at night her face lit up so astound
I told her in my heart is where she'll always be
She never mess with entertainers cuz they always leave
I said it feel like you walked and drove on me knew
I was gang affiliated got on t.v. and told on me I guess thats why last winter she got so cold on me
She said Ye keep makin that platinum and gold for me
but if you really cared for her
Then you would have never hit the airport and followed your dreams
Sometimes I still talk to her
but when I talk to her it always seem like she talkin bout me
She said you left three kids and they just like you
They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you
but they just not you
and I just got through
Talkin bout what niggas tryin to do just not new
Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong
I guess you never know what you got till is gone
I guess thats why im here and I cant come back home
and guess where I heard that when I was back home
In the interviews im representin you makin you proud
Shoot for the stars so if you fall you land on the clouds
Jump in the crowds
Spark ya lighters wave em around
If you dont k