More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
And grow up to smoke rocks.
Been running around trying find a job
Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,
One night, i was selling some rocks
And i'm still hurtin over pops
Got one, got two, three, four girls
Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,
Before we see it's hard to live
He slings rocks, stashes his knife
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
In my mind throwing spears, and god knows,
I like bitches in air maxes without socks
Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?
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