Happy sadness lonely
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit
Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip
Let me work that, know i'm nasty
When your sad angry happy
When we were happy simultaneously
Third ward general, young cash money
Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow
As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show
As soon as i walk in the door
Im happy with the score
Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.
And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali
I really love my miami crew
Beat it up and slide right under you.
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