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Okay i come in with two 20's and a 10 sack, that's an eighth

Build up another fatty then i blaze that, lemon haze

Thinking about these paths that i pathed for these lazy motherfuckers

going back to the days, my dad used to raise me on his shoulders, full of praise

Used to be the best kid in the class, well behaved

Nowadays i'm blame shit on the way i was raised

That's a lie because i know that it's the fact that i'm crazed

 

Never thought that i'd be this deep into rap

Never thought i'd ever go this deep on a track

I lack, motivation to come up out the trap

I lack, the money that i need to buy a mac

Seeing kids around me getting money selling drugs

It's such an easy way to make some dollar that it's fucked

But then they get arrested, Police pulling out the rug

Live's are turned around so quick and all we do is shrug

The hole they leave behind in someone's life will soon get plugged

By another brother with no mother and no one to love

But, fuck it, that's just the way life goes

Focussed on the hoe and the money and the clothes