Uptown, moco, prince george, represent
But you still give me shit for being so depressed,
Comes to fine out you was only there for a week
Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed
For being cocky get now you get killed for that
With my red p hat, nigga you know we back
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
To yearn for what you set out to be, they won't stop covering you up, being shady.
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic
There weight on my shoulders, but none of them, there for me,
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
A born starter, in the game for real
Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
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