So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots
That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,
With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars
Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,
Tears that our fore fathers cry
Cars are passing by, guy
Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
Drive real fast when i'm in my cars
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars
I feel like i got fifty cars
I like bitches in air maxes without socks
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