Cause growin' up, he was never really taught love
But it's still cool just to dream man because
When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet
And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat
Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
I broke mama heart with no college
I love my dick like i love my bitch
Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Get the heat ready then i give them that flame
Baseball is my first love
Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces
Put those fake nigger s to do my labor
I'm larry david, gimme my paper
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