Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,
The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that
My friends were off at school
That's the sound of my tool
Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times
Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive
People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,
Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Flashbacks would come back at the most inconvenient times.
At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times
Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives
This is how she want to live
But shit it's all mine, at all times
When im waiting for mealtime at school
No david lettermans acting a fool
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