To livin in a house with food my stomach
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids
And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics
High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight
Its dark, so for this im great, im in the house with my #1 mate
Its been five years and here comes another
And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for
With just twenty five bucks in his wallet
And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit
Man its cold out here but i'm survivin' in this weather
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches
To get naked when we were kids, now its too late and im done with
Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always
I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/
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