Aye, hold your head homie, look
I had a hard childhood,
Is a space that now you hold
But for long time i had gone cold
I go harder than a carter
Pimp of the year, i could smack your father
You ain't gotta hit the club no more
Each time we had a cold sore
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
I had problems in my time so u said be calm
I really love my miami crew
I never had a curfew,
? all white but the phantom is all black
The dude had a mom and a dad just like i had
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