See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,
And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories
Hi my name is bob and i work at my job
A pussy and a crotch, rapper and astronaut!
Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,
Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
I'm a son of a gun
And that´s how it has begun
Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular
And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,
They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs
Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams
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