Picking words from the top of my cranium
Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
Keep clam my nigga we living at the top
Make her scream my name, thats the g spot
Been running around trying find a job
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
So i'll just take my aleve in a corner and mourn her frighteningly silently.
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Get ya head bust
Like hoes down in magic city
On hip hop and grime my g,
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