You ain't got one or the other well brother good night
My family good my friends and im alright
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.
Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines
Remember when we went to happy times
Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends
I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents
But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse
And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,
Not gonna lie we're not happy family
I just want somebody i can see
A happy ending for the family (r.i.p mandela)
And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era
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