Lobsters and shrimp im good
From hollywood to the hood
Hey, must be the money
Of bad bitches and good tree
While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill
How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still
But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Changing my whole life style from bad to good
All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
Did the best i could, raised in insanity
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
My raps are good, yours are bad..
Top dropped down, black on black
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