Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
As our remains remain in constant dispense
Your developmental league don’t see a team
Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.
Catch you up on places i've been
Into the green mile, coffin
Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine
Heart of a lion, tell em get in line
Crazy in the head/ quarantined in a home with constant
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
Yeah, rack, rack city shit
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I’m the king of rock
Bout that green like baby bop
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