Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,
Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
And aim all of my drive by's at holocaust survivors.
We was high school peers, in junior high
If you do then ima have to aim and fry
I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride
Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right
Better aim than a shooter,
And there's little to be glad for
Little latasha sho' grown
Aim bullets straight at your dome
Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
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