Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed
I'm in that a, i'm on my street
Of a convertible elopin' to get married
And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street
When they see me on elm street
Bitch i'm all you need
Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed
I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street
From the back seat, back seat
I'm the nigga on the back street
But a slave to my own street.
Now it's time to eat
But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game
On my way to see the heat game, forgot to ask the street name
I see the kids on the street
Last of a dying breed
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