I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains
Cause when i walk around, i pave my own lanes/
You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you
Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru
Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/
Make daddy proud: i love every one of you
Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you
But they dont even know what the hell i been thru
I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
An its like im makin turquoise....the way i blew(blue) thru the green...
And riches and doe you already know when i walk throught the door,
My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store
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