Sky high, iced out paradise
It´s the battle of life
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
I say that the pool is closed
S queezys very bold
I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease
Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze
Thus contributing to ongoing credit
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
My garage full of cars that bounce
Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
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