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Life in the is not very pretty
It like a waste of your time

[Verse 1: Ortiz]
Trojans cause the lifestyles faster
No font on no backwood, just
Fit for handing a radio on
I don't come from a wack hood with a factor
Ten speed in a black hood, a gun clapper
We chop ones 'till someone collapsed of lung asthma
Before I lived a lifestyle like "fuck rappers"
A buck up after duck with the cut cracker
Tucked up the tongue, who want a buck half of
That's a smiley face on your cheek, stitch 'em up
I snuffed son 'cause he walked through a rough hatter
Came in the store and stepped on my Timbs and 'em scuff faster
These niggas ain't 'bout that life, of young actors
the right part when you see me, say "What up Scrapper?"
See you ain't got to like me but you respect me
you say you the nicest, boy, you indirect me
Jesus I'm a crisis, you a sip of Pepsi
Little buds, little at the tip of a Nestle
I my own horn, I'm Dizzy Gillespie
And I reps my city (YAOWA)

Life in the city is not pretty
It seems like a waste of time

[Verse 2: Ortiz]
One, two, my project gritty, extra far from
sloppy pissy and the lobby tipsy
And I keep a Barbie me looking good
My niggas leave the country, I bring the country to the hood
go - my real name my rap shit, I ain't make believe
Same nigga who got this break is breaking knees
I'm playing Cee-Lo and the bank is cheese
G's I [?] better, feel that Vegas breeze?
Product of the gutter, no father, a mother
Know you running, but run
you hear me say "Word to my mother"
Your boy is extra thorough, ask my
When I'm in Brooklyn they go
You little squirrels can't buy a
These niggas won't cause they can't so they copy
Bitches with they best friend be "Go Papi"
Y'all niggas got these feelin' so cocky
But it's just a bunch of yes-men and a
Just cause you write rhymes don't you rhyme right
You a light-high, don't jump and a highlight
Loose sight of hind legs and live in hindsight
Cause you aight, but you ain't quite like (YAOWA)