Tired of getting diced at. Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested. Niggas need a spot where we can kick it. A spot where we belong. That's just for us. That's a nigga that ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood. You know what I mean? Where them niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug. That's why we go to Thug Mansion. That's the only place where thugs getting free and you gotta be a G. At Thug Mansion. A place to spend my quiet nights. Time to unwind. So much pressure in this life of mine. I cried times I once contemplated suicide. And would've tried but when I held that line. All I could see was my momma's eyes. No one knows my struggle. They only see the trouble. Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you. Picture me inside the misery of poverty. No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived. Praying hard for better days. Promise to hold on. Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on. We found a finally spot to kick it. Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick issues. A spot where we can speak one speech. And even though we G's we still visualize places. That we can roll in peace. And in my mind's eye I see this place. The play is going fast. I got a spot for us all. So we can ball at Thug Mansion. Ain't no place, no place I'd rather be. Chillin' with homies and family. The skies are ice, down paradise in the sky. Ain't no place, no place I'd rather be. Only place that's right for me. From down benedictine paradise in the sky. Will I survive all the fights in the darkness? Trouble sparks. They tell me home is where the heart is. They're departed. I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years. Witnessed peers can't slush hugs. Nobody cares. Seen the politicians ban us. They'd rather see us locked in chains. Please explain why they can't stand us. Is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I didn't maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remain. Cause all the rest dead. Is there a spot for us to grow? If you find it, I'll be right behind you. Show me and I'll go. How can I be peaceful? I'm coming from the bottom. Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man dies. I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly phrase explosion. Ain't no place, no place I'd rather be. Chillin' with homies and family. The skies are ice, down paradise in the sky. I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remain. Chillin' with homies and family. The skies are ice, down paradise in the sky. Dear mama, don't cry. Your baby boy's doing good. Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods. Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night. It had me shook, drinkin' peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke. Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang. Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm to the daycare. Little Natasha show grown. Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven. So come home. Maybe it's time you understand. Only God can save us when Miles Davis cutting loose with the band. Just think all the people that you knew in the past that passed on. They in heaven found peace that lasts. Picture a place that they exist together. There has to be a place better than this in heaven. So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking. Remember this face. Save me a place. Ain't no place like family. Chillin' with homies and family. From the sky, high fives down paradise. In the sky. Aint no place like family. But ain't no place like family. From the benjun in paradise. In the sky. Ain't no place like family. Chillin' with homies and family. From the sky, high fives down paradise. In the sky. Ain't no place like family.