On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
Probably caught on when a 6 years-old stabs someone in the dick
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats
But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats
See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars
And the discography, somethin' you got to see
I been i feeling like, i'm back up on my old shit crazy
And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies
Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace
Old folks smoking out of their nose on the episode of ode
Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke
Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
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