Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done
Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often
Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
Abandoned by all my friends, labelled by my school,
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects
Although i'm the voice of the new school, i fucking respect my past friends,
Real slow yea i'll make you feel special
Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,
Boston, threw the tea overboard
Competition on the court
Smoking something like tea leaves
So if you wanna leave
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
Queen b would have you servin tea/
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