To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,
Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
They end up repressed and depressed
Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed
Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend
Your a joke , nothing but a hoax/fuck around and be broke/
She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke
A childhood being depressed,
Never ever pay rent
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
Heavy depressed and stressed, started sniffing sosa
Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit
It sucks being a broke-ass scrawny little white dude,
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