Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back
Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad
I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)
As your family dies, and my family rise
You want a big house cz your living in the street
When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep
Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change
Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/
Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round
In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around
I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children
Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen
Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,
Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring
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