So i guess you think you grown
Put my number in your phone
Mami told me son, hold your own
Cable tv, electric methadone
And i like my marijuana bright
Spot tv ona late night
My life ain't a tv show.
Ok you think a nigga shallow
Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
In the back of a chevy that’s all black
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession
I just play my part make moves like chess
Spending her time with him i guess
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