Thinkin of the the dreams
Little more weed, first class seats
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Hold up, i used to run powers and draws
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space
Niggas die over shoes
Saw the bombs on the news
You're fucking with me, nigga
I bring the heat like the
The club underwater, have em running out the front
The water from the past is the same water in the present
Don't go to far
Down the street to the car,
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