Left chicago with good money for 5 drops
Pop toasters and they live with they moms
Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears
My culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
Mo county, va, show is over, encore
Your only in fight with your damn war
Still living home with ya moms/
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,
To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms
They fight, with all my might,the win in sight,just hand me the mic,
You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick
Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped
Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command
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