I earned my stripes like i stole some old sneakers
I refuse to be another being on this earth
When i was 9 years old i had my humble abode,
Hi my name is bob and i work at my job
I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show
Going back to my old ways,my heart is a cold place,
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
In my old school, with the naughty
Left brain, super 3, creator ace
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Not to shit on you
My ride old but my rims new,
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