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[Chorus:
falling from the sky
Boys in all those
Lil' throwed
We side, for life
on my '4, I'm so throwed

[Verse 1:
It feel givin back to the hood
I'm tryin to make up for all the I cook
And for all the dope fiends I
Remember my first gun? I almost shot my
Surrounded by crackheads, I wonder?
Will a ever make it out this gutter?
would come, all of us would run
There was of us, they couldnt catch one
Good old days, I forget
While I on this laptop in this jet
With the Records President
And they say I do
I'm the mexican
Aint no and aint no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty make
chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a fool
I'm seventeen strip dancers all through school

[Verse 2:
And you can find me in a lot
a drop, hop in the X5
my, SUV, yes ma
Next time I up and
of that old crazy shit
I will down my windows and got
Seven inches for the
its the attention that I'm gettin
When spinnin, or maybe
the liqour that I'm sippin
And got me like
I cant be taken
Cause I poppin pills
So you gon' like me
I might distributing
Put you on my
with a bird
But you dont move it I say so
Make you dont take
No money out from me
Cause I'm the of player
gonna run up in your company
Dont trust me, 'cause I sober
Usually I'm gone off for
Pink or soda
You better move
I'm not far from
Los and the shit
But still that diet no stoppin him

[Verse 3:
I give a fuck, 'cause
We some hustlaz, we once was
Now I blood, scratchin on my six
somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll bet you squat down
Everytime you out brew
Tomahawk, show these niggas your
While we bang screw, Badu
Knock knock, pop on the boulevarde
How the fuck you gon' act like you hard?
Once again, S-P Man, true
Fuck talkin bitch, me what to do nigga
Representer, bow you enter
a reward for a man that can find my temper
Sick and tired of you bitches
Send you to hell and you can call me distance
Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint enough
Get on your phone and go and call some people up