Jumped off the porch when i was like six
From the streets my beliefs new orleans,
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
I'm a military militia from vietnam
In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right
Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride
Or military personnel fatigues and boots,
But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
And start earning some cash to go back to the academy
A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year
Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,
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