See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
California house in the hills, big windows no blinds
Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams
While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys
You know what i'm saying
While im in the making
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
A young kid in it, enjoying life’s what he’s missing
I am the missing piece in this puzzle.
Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
Adolescence in my mind while im originating
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