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Verse:
Just a broke muthafucka with some empty pockets
Been a broke muthafucka with plenty wallets
I feel like Montana hanging with some killers
Smoking in Havana selling to the dealers
My momma heart pumping step dad can feel hers
When them guns start dumping we all fall off the bleachers
Faded like suburban trash I had no real teachers
Only had urban cash who would try to teach us
Only rock designers from all my corner dollars
Feeling O so holy riding shotty in an impala
Rocking pieces painting jesus watch the hoes holler
Watch my haters fire back Kobain like Nirvana
So many latinas and i'm not even in Nevada
Hit up the vodka maybe even some prada
Pour it out for my dogs, RIP to Yatta
In the projects feeling like a street scholar
But how white are you when your surrounded by black power
They call me so dirty but I still take showers
For the girls I love damn right I buy them flowers
Then dude comes around and takes up all her hours
Had 2 brothers both died before eighteen
One mother who wanted a suburban dream
Instead she got me a fuck up off that lean
Been off that green been off them beans
Now i'm sober Oh my god i'm staying clean
Spend days in the dark just praying for a queen
Bullets past my head missing me by inches
In my hood you either in churches or in trenches
The game had no limits we was on lakeside
Killers with they rakes always ready to ride
Tell me what it feels like to be alive
Not like I would know i'm still trying to survive
When I arrive you see my file in the archive
Still in denial of the message i'm trying to drive

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LAzY
Member since June 18 2014

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