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

1: SPM]
It feel good back to the hood
I'm tryin to up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope I woop
Remember my gun? I almost shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would
Will a nigga ever make it out gutter?
Cops come, all of us would run
was nine of us, they couldnt catch one
Good old days, I forget
I write on this laptop in this jet
With the Universal Records
And they say I do
I'm the first
Aint no and aint no peace, bro
My 12 gauge will make
Your chest look like a
Things I do, I'm a fool
I'm puttin seventeen strip all through school

[Verse 2:
And you can find me in a lot
a drop, hop in the X5
my, SUV, yes ma
Next I pull up and
Some of that old shit
I will roll my windows and got
inches for the radius
Maybe its the attention that I'm
When they spinnin, or
It's the liqour that I'm
And got me like
I be taken lightly
Cause I been poppin
So you aint gon' me
I might llello
Put you on my
Supply with a
But you dont it till I say so
Make you dont take
No money out from me
I'm the type of player
Thats gonna run up in your
trust me, 'cause I never sober
Usually I'm gone off for
or Purple soda
You move over
I'm not far vomiting
Los and the shit
But that diet aint no stoppin him

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