Get away from the stress of life
Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive
I was angry and sad
May just gon' bring hobo back
Thats the story of ya life
We hustle to survive
My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line
A life of luxury or a life of crime/
Hop in and let me test drive
In the prime of my life
And i find that sad that your part of a crew
Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
Just then i start thinkin' of that sad basement
Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,
London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe
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