Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
While in the distance i hear passing cars
I leapt 'n' saw the path at the end of the rainbow
Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though
Yeah, tell me about the love of ours
I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars
Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
People look at me n say thats what i wanna be,
And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,
In the jungle, i planned on the keeper
Got the perfect plan to help me get her
And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,
With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
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