To livin in a house with food my stomach
Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck
I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them
Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
When i used to play outside with my brother in september
This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt
An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
The old boys' club in an all-boys school
Account overdraft what i got this debit for
I used to eat more than my actual hunger
And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky
When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli
Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean
Man this life is but a dream
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