Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision
Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen
Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup
To livin in a house with food my stomach
In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around
A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
Fuck them niggas though, i'm a rebel in the living flesh
They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope
Used to ride on a goat, now i'm living in a moat
Im there halfway, tripping in the half house
My garage full of cars that bounce
Yo we get the dank and bounce
Grow it in my red house
I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king
The struggle of living in context is a giving
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