She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
Between me and anyone who "reps a set". (wow ain't you hard)
Anyways give it up the capital the nation
How you getting in debt when you dont have a pot to piss in
And who had renounced and prostrate, will soon be jailed in a prison called no way out
Sounding like i'm coked out, squad get blowjobs from high scores its a blowout
Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble
Being a father grand father and an uncle,
Father was immersed in debt, hadn't earned a cheque and turned to booze
I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth
But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky
My motherfucking life has been a secret and a blatant lie,
See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll
Tyler was a teenager and had no goal
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