Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,
At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes
Streakin' away and breakin' ma' way,cuz hell yeah that's how i roll.
Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl
I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though
Life is just a haze as the days and the nights go
Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money
I’m a genius, i’m a win for the society
Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though
Doubtful, i see the days of bingo and jello
I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit
Now back to the days when this started
I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky
Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,
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