Straight g thing, double m g thing
When the walls came crashing
Blood squirtin on the walls, and i aint even nervous at all
Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball
Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say
The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway
And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom
Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room
Like poop smeared on the walls
And of course, my car's off course
The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down
Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
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