Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro
Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row
My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!
Eating late at night, with my bro
Heard that you alright though
She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe
I'm smokin' that weed while i fuck with my high's bro
I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday
To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray
Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from
To worry about me and my bro steven
Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro
Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
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