Skies are black, clouds are red
Ain't finna peak yet
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Go on get lost, kick rocks,
Covered the room in splattered red,
Kick back and know yo son set
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
He slings rocks, stashes his knife
Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox
See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots
Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
Because the way this city rocks, it's like amityville,
Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus
Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love
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