But it's my dad singing to the tune,
Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room
Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig
But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric
Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good
I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet
Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,
Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.
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