pour out a lil liquor 4 the ones done before me and when a nigga die how long will you morn me baby imma die with a gun in my hand maybe the cancer that ran in my fam myb imma be an old man with the salt pepper conrnows stunnin in a lambo bumpin my jamz man i grew up in the hood virstart SHIRT hand me down vans this is before rap had me out in france this is a hungry kid family out of stamps used to live kicks til they ran med out of champs used to snatch purses from those happy our tramps imma writer and fightr like paqciuo and lance armstrong arms ?? without a chance
i got the chronic in my hand pistol in my sweatpants gangbangers lookin at me funny nigga lets dance let me show u what im made of i grew up so fucked up i used to hate love tray 57" make u take 8 slugs?? naw i dont give a fuck i was raised on that makavelli "hit em up"
now thats a monster created by society history lied to me history dont applied to me so the hatred is inside of me try to be normal, normal aint fly to me so me and my homie are in the drug game til he got killed from a deal gon back they put his body in a trunk of a mustang shit is so real that i felt all mad [?] cukuu! before his mind told his eyes look pow! imagine laying on yo back with a baggage claim kickit on your right foot now i gotta tell his moms what i feel for im outta door like your boys and its still dro[??] and the [?] and the streets god? wil resign {??} i aint talkin bout a billboard
them bitch niggas want beef? [idk] they hollywood or they street? [idk] they know u from long beach? [idk] if they make a move u gon' reach? [simon]
1 o clok we in da club get the countdown 2 o clok hoes givin love get the countdown 3 o clok bitches wanna fuck get the countwon 4 o clok im poppin my trunk