They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes
With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes
But i wear mine on my head, supreme
Thought police, your mind's not green.
My time with their half-witted reviews
My brothers need some clothes and shoes
People wonder why grass is green,
And lead tha whole team
Because i smoke on the green
Come see real niggas on my team
Alot of episodesand as the glock loads
We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,
Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
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