Trick trick got them passes
Boot full of the ounces
Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit
Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter
Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span
Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man
Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game
Full course meal ingesting the pain
Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on
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