Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand
My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got
Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,
And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you
Whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,
And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends
Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects
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