We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,
Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars
So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots
Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Two sports references of people who are important
Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust
Hoes love me because of my cars
When bret hart meet brett farve
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars
Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house
Freakin' out all i see is clouds
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