My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got
Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
He used fruity loops 8 and he was a pro at it
When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back
When i was young i was told that shit was whack
Lifes he stole left young but feeling old
Is a space that now you hold
But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,
Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule
He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair
But he was too drunk and high to even care,
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