Or driving around in a broken down crown vic Fresh in town tryna f*ck some bitches Smoking weed drinkin 40 hitting all the ratchet bitches Used to hang with drug dealers I was posing I used they tactics to run up my riches For a sack of tree I know a nigga come to your house and wipe your nose Try to keep a stable of bitches Around town fake drug dealing Big time pimping bitches Young nigga doing live sound from the suburbs Skip school With your bitch We was smoking and fucking She tall to much Drop her back to class Like we ain't knew her Yeah I first started it was about 1999 Young as a bitch didn't know shit Mr hammond gave me my chance at live. I found a lane to grind im finna be lit Growing up in Gary Ain't no draft pick Pops move to the south Tryna play like we rich Now I'm way out zone I'm out my space I can't even get a console When Im 18 I'm gone Ima hit me a lick Fast forward I'm grown I'm like f*ck school 60 bands you can to pull up See what my crew do I love the A music I think trap flow true I came up off Florida music New Orleans Rap city After school Taught me to roll up a blunt Don't show what I go through Taught me get off my ass Be patient It's gonna be proof Wasted a lil time But I'm here now what it do Out the way In Seattle These white folks Knew what to do
Written by: Jonathan Williams
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