Lyrics:
saw it coming
Bunked off school the next day bopping past the block
To ambulance on the estate
Helicopter flew in block was covered in red tape
They
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go
waistline
Yeah! I was a baller in high school
Had a different whip, everyday, switchin’
Cops came by and theres no need for snitchin’
Because when you do that
stupid-ass niggas must be freebasin'
Young nigga, I was middle school, hoes Keira age
Fast forward a nigga death day, make him meet his maker
Broke beefin'
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
night, nigga no sleep
I ain't eat in two or three days
I ain't bathed in like a whole week
I'm doing numbers like a bookie
Fuck school, I'm playing hooky
I
You a fuckin' pretender
My lil brother look at me
And he know it's own
Before I go to school he up jammin' my song
It's crazy cause I'm lookin' at
Him
your card huh
Them lil niggas finessing all they do is jug and rob
Just finessed a brand new whip and skirted out the parking lot
They tryna question me
sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin
Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that
have shit
Holes in my shoes picked on by other kids
I remember when they tried to rob me in the hall
I called my brother phone
He pulled up
Yeah, I had hoop dreams nigga
School gym, playin' one on one
School fight, ain't no one on one
We used to rob niggas just for the fun
That
Yea
Boss
Oh LORD
Oh LORD , we have to stay involved
Out here preaching more
Than teaching how to rob
Rob got killed by some kids
At his crib
jumped in
Those were the days, made faces in school plays
Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days
Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow,
up poor but I put it on my mom I'ma die a rich man
Doing right by me
Yeah
Sometimes I look at my savings and cry a lil bit I think
Dammit I did that
blame?
Maybe my pain, dealin' with it by callin' it a phase
These are the last days
Carry no shame, everyday thangs
Went from sellin' cocaine
Feel like Tay-K, left the bitch, lil' bitch, I been did the race
Fifty-five years for some shit, 40 at his face
Takin' pics, wanted poster, hard flicks,
game, I'm like Oscar Rob'
Slide down, tap the trigger once, it's like fah-fah-fah
Lil' brodie glued his nuts on, he want a mobster job
(Yum) that's
grimy
Cut the one bitch off she kept crying she was a little winey
Before you try to rob me stupid bitch better think wisely
Lil bro don't go to school
the Liberty, fake Range Rover
I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty
Palmin' on a 40, broad day I'm tryin' to dodge a cover story
Look like he stoppin for
like this
But now I got the money, so every day we lit
By the time I turned ten I was running wild, listening to Juvenile
Staying at my grandma
too hard to find
, I’m tryna focus I don’t got the time
Double G babe Ima slime,
Cuz said he need him a nine,
Dropped outta school could still make
helping ppl fate
If they can't afford it throw sum extra ona plate
If they hunted by the blue free tuition to a state school
Need tha reparations
that
on the same block
And I met
A kid named Rob
In middle school
And he was
Friends with Conor
And I
Already knew Conor
From the Blackhawks
The soccer team
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