Now, nigga, it’s the prince
Runnin home invasions
A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home
I'm definitely in a class of my own
What them tippers don't see
Staircase in front of me,
Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front
Don't know her name those ain't really important
Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone
Asshole flowers, going home
And don't you bring your camera phone
I thought van-city was home
Now all i am is alone
East with biggie and group home
In front of the pastor
When you talkin illest rapper
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