Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend
So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement
Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend
Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent
Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent
Well you must tell it to escape my friend
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation
To my newly found friend
Niggas in the street scared
Hold your applause until the ceremony end
It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,
Put your faith in christ my friend
Never ever pay rent
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