A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood
One day she talked to us about our younger childhood
Off to work i go, back to this childhood
Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good
Bitch i love recording and feeling important
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
A childhood being suppressed,
Hold up yea we the best
Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
In a memory i will remember
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
It's like a stain, the main memory,
Same shit you said yesterday
Not important, you're in portland
You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and
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