Lyrics:
The is young boy
From a from a small village
Raised by his grandmother
After my both of his parents passed away
He was very young at that time
So he
telling you that's enough
You turned on my boy Juvenile and then proceeded to back that up
Pitbull said 'Culo!' and I ain't even that good at Spanish
But
to attack nigga
Off a percy, I'm blowin her back nigga
My nigga trap like Nipsey, we hustle
I got a gun so why would I tussle
Right by that zoo, yeah my hood
my feelings in a styrofoam
Ain't no point in tryna talk to him, that boy mind gone
Feel like I was born in a different era, time zone
Keep that same
As days go by it's only love that's in the plans
For all the angels that I've gained your boy then turn into a man
I tend to forget there's people who love
lingo
Think that she got me sold by the way that she ride it
We getting started like this just the pilot
We just some stars that been bound for
boy got swept off his feet
That nigga’s nose bleedin’, now that nigga’s boys tweakin
Now that nigga’s mom weepin’, don’t give a fuck, im sleepin’
It’s
I might go risk it all for my boys I ain't really been right since my cousin died
In the city, I can't see the stars That's why I was feelin' like
whole city crazy
Really, my whole city raised me, streets will raise these boys to men
I grew up around Jack boys, that shit was just my choice of friends
about the journey and what really do concern me is the time that it took to get this dirty
My day ones, my family, my friends, my bloods must have dipped.
Okay little boy sit down, imma teach you a lesson in manifestation
Man all your abrasion has made you complacent because adversity struck and you
a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin tricks bitch
You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be
a main
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
That thing is so good like a hook
out
Nah, that ain't what I'm talkin' 'bout
Baby, can't you tell by this kiss
I don't wanna be your friend
No, I don't wanna be your friend
I
On this beautiful day
We tryin' to take a break
From that gangsta life in the bay
We got that charcoal on standby
And meat by the pounds
I'm talkin' gallons
was lead by Starange
You know me chillin' with number 2 and the O.G.
Hoes be on me like that glow on Obe Won Konobi
Can't you see that when the storms
in the end we gon' getcha
Boom Biddy Bye Bye
Original Roots In Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
somebody else I know
Bitch boy you can suck my sack
An' after that you can kiss my ass crack
And freaks, you ain't all that
Titties ain't shit but sacks are
I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder
of come ups and gimmicks
Never hated, I prayed and I waited
Never traded, I'm slimy and shady
This a Maybach G Wagon Mercedes
All that cappin', just save it
to keep score for?
And all those things you said when you were mad
Comes multiplied when rage comes from sad
Then you wanna say that's white boy shit
To be
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
him
And Big on TV man
Them boys still down? Organized
Goin' through changes
All I know is that Big here, Dre gone
Moved on (Scratched) All I know that
That's blood when I close my eyes
Boys and girls, the Lord is the one who gives us new life and He's doing
Lonely, I slowly slip into a pool
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