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I gotta get this trailer rollin' down hill
'Cause I'm sick of sitting here still
The good times and the bad have left me broke
Grandma, she smoked
In a trailer court
Just south of Main
There's a trailer house
It's tiny and it's plain
It's yellowish
And brownish too
It's 5 decades old
But for us,
courts (Fuckery)
I wake up with the wildest thoughts
Get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force (Get money)
The corn in the mash got force 44 kicks off
purse
I just watched Mama and my step dad argue back and forth
I never apologized but I did feel guilty tho
I just thought cause we lived in a trailer
at the ol' trailer court,
There's a boy who used to be a football star.
Some folk said he was reckless,
But they don't say too much now.
Well, hearts get
swingin', darlin', he don't aim blind
My frustration's not financial (oh), baby, everything's fine (oh)
Growin' up these days, darlin', this is hang time
planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
'Cause we're dope as fuck and only get a two
Your girl front seat
And You know I'm popping tabs
Growing up trailers
I'm talking new balance
Imma make it now
People hate they nags
Imma show em how
of the fish in a cold boxer
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue came in to box my appearance
the fish into cold boxes
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue came in to box my appearance
a few ties
Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
Having
sovereignty
We prove that through his lips we living
Financial peace with Dave
Would plant a seed to unify
A slight increase to make a way
So that we both could
Stressed about yo life but you fakin bitch quit complaining
When life is what make it
Financial obligations
Handle what I hand you it's a candle situation
is Boo-Boo fuckin’
With them Brooklyn niggas
I had supreme schemes, Corley Wall thoughts
Start shootin’
I bet I’ll clear off the ball court
I want it
promise never to fall
Won't step foot on the court but talk how they ready to ball
Yeah we got a lot in store like how you shop in the mall
I'm saying good
stamps, and ADC
Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel
And I'ma murder any friend of the court
Throw a bomb in they office on the way
eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer
I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load, bitch
Had to strong arm to the judge up in court, bitch
Ding-dong, push button
Twas the night after Christmas and all through the trailer
The beer had gone flat and the pizza was staler
The tube socks hung empty, no candies
at the Pelicans
I don't pull up to court for no settlements
All white and the coupe look angelic
We was lookin' around for the baddest of bitches, so I had to go
hands
Her cane and purple hat
Gathering for her the contents of her purse
And touching her shoulder and elbow
Thank you the cockeyed court
On which
walked from the military court
No body ever mentioned
The medical report
She does little things for me
She likes to get the both of us high. Yeah
And my name's on the arenas
But you can't bring it to my
Court not even with subpoenas
'Cause you can't play my sport
But you can still cheerlead us
In an aging trailing court on the south side of town
She lived alone with a lava lamp and a kitten she named clown
Every morning she was up and off
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