We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
Stating facts about my life as i see it
It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit
And california on that jerk shit
He knew i could rhyme, and he knew i liked it,
So gold albums or not, i did affect rap
Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that
Aye, hold your head homie, look
We getting paid like we knew we would
God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd
When it does, the angels begin to sing as they await for your life out
We live life a rap for it there not understanding it
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
Living life as it seems
When you're reachin' your dreams
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