Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun
Ross and folarin, couple women
Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,
You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
No rubber sole, hardwood bastard
Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb
Shifting on and on through the grey.
Why i can't move away
Choked the one on the throne
Far away from home
Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.
And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass
"hurry up, the cams on,
That's word to my mom
Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement
Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and
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