Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops
And my weed man should just sell flutes
Even if the amount of money is so small
Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball
But he's small and got a structure
I pipe in and one night her
Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
Pulled him into my bedroom, threw him onto the bed.
I'd take her to my bedroom but she already undressin' me
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window
Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow
The doctor has arrived just be patient
Should read the small print here's a small hint,
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
I'm a dog in the bedroom, call me husky cause i'm castin'
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