My shit thigh like my bootstraps
Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags
Weres my opinion, whats my religion,
Why me, i say it cause we number one
My shirt, purple label my shirt
Nothing i'mma do is gon work
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
Got my head in my hands.
Gray coupe, whip in momma's name
My cash effected, my brain insane,
To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights
For being jealous of a brother when he rides
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
This is my original, my validation
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