I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street
How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep
My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street
But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep
They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest
I started from the bottom, and im curious where you think
I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
Cuz i started on the pad,cuz i started on the pad,
From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab
I hate police so im saving the street!
When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
From the street, with her books, looking in, as she passed,
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep
You forget this shit comes from the street
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