I know i'm not the only bastard in america
Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga
Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
And i got them gold bottles, first place
This is no trial, this a closed case
Fucking on some bitch, i got my peen in her v nigga
And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga
Good kids make bad grown ups
When i come packed with the buds
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