Getting in sync with the universe see the truth it hurts
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold
The simple things in life were getting pretty old
On a dope remix shout out to tyga, no diss on the net i saw yo girl chyna's vagina
Stupid,idiotic and not alll there/cause my bars got u '' locked in'' you in for a
And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in
I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,
The thought of getting head in a comfortable bed is enticing
The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing
True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,
With my red p hat, nigga you know we back
Faggots in the alleys getting attacked
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