My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga
I'm in that a, i'm on my street
Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed
They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,
Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy
My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame
Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game
My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
I was weakened by my own night terrors i was an elm street with no night light,
You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside
Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Yea we hard on the street
I need to beat
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