Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment
Drinkin' hennessey and cold brewafter smokin', stopped in oakland
You little niggas little league i'm the real thing
Not a moment pass without feel like dying
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Which one will bring happiness and a fine ass wife,
To the old times when happiness was a dean
I get paper like i a mail box, seen
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
None of your pals will remember a single moment of your existence
Part of me jumps with happiness but the other stays confused
Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit
You had a lot of happiness but always wanted more of it
Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit
You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick
There isn't even a single moment of it i regretted
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