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Back to the streets where the kids are new
Love was around the corner from you
You played it well, like an old-time jive
Girl, I swear
I've never

sense in the here and now
Oh, we were just boys back then
Hanging on by a thread
I didn't know how to tell you
What it was I had been going through

an eighteen-year-old boy
Who was recently released
From prison has been arrested for murdering a
Teenager a gang of three
Repeatedly stabbed Jerol
Wilson to death metres

these rappers so lame,
Swear that they big with no names,
I got the juice like oj and this white boy got flower by the bouquet,
Ooh,
Kill em i,
Roll out

phone, come by the crib
We in the pool, I slid it in
I slid it in, I slid it in
I take a quick shower then hit again
That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's
I

I'm the man
I'll never give that man a verse and boy, did I stick to my plan
Two requests over the years and I declined them both
I just made up some

Believe it or not, I knew about fear
I knew the way loneliness stung
I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes
I learned to kiss boys with my tongue"

the banging on them with
The heater like it was the old days
Need the weapon with the all black with
The gloves on call me OJ
You don't really want it with

phony
You not really my homie (homie)
Had to tell you, "Leave me lonely"
I don't really care that's the old me (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
I don't ask no

Glock, We skate
I'm sorry for this wait
Yeah, plug just came, dropped
Off this load, said
"Sorry for this weight"
Yeah, it was just me and my lil' boy
Been

the angels turn
To demons in this world?
Bunch of evil in this world
It's even in a little girl twerking
Ten years old, on Facebook
Got to know you're watchin'

in the T,  no Tempah
The Waps '06 and the spins not cleanser
No condolment, watch how talk, brudda
That's my member
Rotate, can I got plenty, old

would you take, and what would you leave

I see an old lady holding the door
As I tumble out my wheel chair
And roll to the floor
First thing in

terrorist
Got a couple shots for
These boys like medicine
Scream out free my niggas at their sentencing
Niggas wanna play kid games
Too old for this shit

Bring him home

He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son the summers die
One by one how soon they fly
On and on and I am old

I was dancing with some kids
In this house where I lived a couple lifetimes 
Maybe more
We had the music up loud by that old leather couch
Where I

I was raised in the Bible Belt, strictly by the Book
Mom and daddy kept a real close eye on every step I took
I was told right from wrong, in

Getto Boys, stacking bills bout the height of Bushwick
You was never man enough
Them tales of your prison stints and the grams you cut
Ever seen a dope

help it, baby
(I'm so cool) somebody help me
I'm so, so, so hot, hot

I know I should be getting used it by now 
All this attention coming from

I'm in the devil's playground, there's no saints where I'm standing
Young boy nearly lost a leg, playing around with the antique

Last man standing,

Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
I-I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five, I'll send those packs to your doorstep
In

Bring him home
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old

off ting
Took big, big risk in a Honda Civ

My OT block is Tobago hot
So I told cuz, "Chop all your cainrows off"
Askar blocked us right by the Costa
We