Bringing them home and across my plate
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
I get my points across and say shit
After that moscato hit
And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat
Helpin’ little old ladies across the street
Skipping across the map on my early expedition
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck
Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Let me tell you bout the streets which i go across
Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws
The drug that they brain need
Leave you severed across the street
But it doesn't come across to well, like the crying game.
My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name
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