Best believe i'm leaving with more of those
And keep out of the way of the hoes.
But most of my homies in jail or slain
But now invisible cells around your brain
Out in the streets is where i learned my way,
Ambition or nothing thought this would go away
Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free
But five years from now i bet she see
Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way
He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day
With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out
So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about
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