Lyrics:
youngin you can either be a boss or a parolee Lil big homie Lil big homie I Put put niggas on they feet never said that you owe me When I was down bad
synthesize You working to hard to strive All i do is pick ups and drive Uh i dont fuck with no police Can't tell you the last time I check my parolee Check
accorgo Se penso al giudizio delle pesoneee Sicuramente mi troverai morto Non voglio dare peso alle parolee Sti figli di puttana non li ascolto Ma te ne
I'm a free parolee and time spent, its money they owe me Give me my space don't crowd me homie I'm a motherfuckin' hustler Pushin' rhymes like
y'all know me See me on MTV, I'm a parolee I was out for twelve hours and went right back in For three hots and one cot, doin' time in the pen (yeah)
gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah) You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his
silly ass nigga Jerk it motherfucker this is Not a prank nigga i'm a felon, parolee I still smoke rollies You ain't gotta find Jesus I'll leave you Holy
nigga? (YEAH) , you on the run nigga? (YEAH) You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga? (YEAH) yo, I ain't the first parolee To catch his nigga for his
just waitin For the love they always will be the first Parolee, to hell I've been Hustling and earning my Keep and my flametorch wayne Start danger
bloaw, bloaw Like a parolee, the bitch violated (uh) So how you like it, coffins or cremated? Yeah, you know I'm sayin', uh It ain't a day of my life
OG, this ain't no movie role Pop's was off that O.E., trippin', gettin' his Tookie on Thunderbird with Gold Ds, a felon and parolee McDonald's for
I'm a felon, parolee I still smoke rollies You ain't gotta find Jesus, I'll leave you Holy They ain't gotta find God, I'll baptize your homies Then
And rain on your parade you silly ass nigga Jerk it motherfucker this is Not a prank nigga i'm a felon, parolee I still smoke rollies You ain't gotta find
history My clan hold me nobody control me So fuck a PO and being parolee I write solely light grey Roley Not the Bible but I lead a church of niggas Holy
when they hear the name of us Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee No jail cell can hold me,
a getaway driver, just chillin' in a stolen Parolee with a 40 that'll take what you owe me 'Cause I'm no (?) And the last thing yo' ass wanna hear is these
a getaway driver, just chillin' in a stolen Parolee with a 40 that'll take what you owe me 'Cause I'm no (?) And the last thing yo' ass wanna hear is these
not Safe in the markets I inherit niggas beef quite frequently That's why they call me Warrior NORE When they speak of me, Gangsta, Monster Kody Parolee
really got to give Damn I want to live in 2-1-3 [Chorus] It's the Dub S.C. on G parolee And although deez steadily grinding for cheese Trunk fulla
with that glitzy But i'm a parolee already your honor Ain't seen a trap this bad sense that white met Whitney Or when doubled and gave that shit to Bob
clear now the evil twin is me I bring the darkness till I cannot see Violating my probation As a self imposed parolee I'm not saying it's what I want
swerving in traffic I got the blow I could bring you a napkin Lil nigga keep your nose clean I done fell back off of codeine Cause a nigga a parolee
She wanna pay fine We kick it at my homie's after Fire up the rolly You wanna keep her home but homie She ain't a parolee Elbows We ain't talking bout
sides on me I’m still in denial Woah I do it for my Whodies nigga Time is money ask a presidential Rollie nigga Yeah I be with probation and parolee
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