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Yeah
I got charms lucky charms on my arm
I got cars foreign cars in my yard
Moving bricks like my family Mexican
So much green all my niggas

Snakes in my yard so you know I gotta keep rake
Told lil mamma we gon make it home kuz I trust my drake (Draco)
My young boy posted on the corner wit

the new version of Gandhi
Let's make some noise man cmon
I'm not Gandhi
Cmon man everybody ah

Chief of the Couv DT my yard
Up top jungle made my head skull

much
Throw up, throw up. throw up yeah
Firefly in the yard, yeah that´s a glowup
Ion even remember what I poured up
Ain´t nobody said a word since I

on the leash
Everyday I'm on the grind and I roam the streets
Big dog on the yard and I'm known to beast
Bury me with my scars my bone to keep

I'm a dog
I got

the deadly way
Phone call on my line, talking 'bout a doctor visit
I replied wit' good advice Covid's out I wouldn't risk it
Instantly you started tripping, I

Yeah, whole lotta racks
I just walked up in that pussy boy yard and I told that lil fuck boy to bring me them racks
I poured the wock in a Fanta
Yeah, lil

I remember french fries
Chicken thighs
Salt and pepper
Blue skies
Yard fights
Don't forget the ketchup
Ice cream, brain freeze
Coco mango cherry

uncertainty
Daily issues of an everyman
On the other yard greener is the grass
Sometimes we act like being friends
Mostly we breath the fresh air away
The more

Yo
Westside

No boy can style me
Walai i swear with blood
Walai ni mbali mi nimetoka
Ndo ni rule kwa hizi yard
How some people full of Jealousy
I don't

or cross him out.
Don't bring yo bitch to the yard without a leash nigga
Cause she can get lost a lot.
And if they ain't fucking the gang or paying, we toss

Chorus
As the world still turns and my blunt still burns real niggas turn victims and it’s, real niggas in the prison yard niggas in the graveyard

way to sleepwalking––or maybe it was the other way around––but sometimes she’d find herself in the yard, undressed, screaming at the sky as if it owed

Ring ring Bro jump my yard with an Ounce
Like an addict I've got withdrawal symptoms
I feel like shit
I feel like I'm Homer Simpson's
But Imma ace life

At the beginning of the disaster and this crisis, I come to conclusions in private and write a few lines from the first page and maybe this is

Yo
Westside

No boy can style me
Walai i swear with blood
Walai ni mbali mi nimetoka
Ndo ni rule kwa hizi yard
How some people full of Jealousy
I don't

sleep, I hear a scary noise
Now I can't go back to bed
It's either ghosts or it's the Feds
Call me crazy, say I'm nuts
In my front yard wit' a bat, like

life in a slammer
But I had way more to give like Salah
Swear this life tings just snakes and ladder
Premium drilla if I intercept it and I'm 20 yards

Blacked out lights out kid
That's murder
School yard playing ball kid
That's murder
In the kitchen doing dishes kid
That's murder

Everybody ridin' round

in your mama's car
Get in trouble getting caught in front of the neighbors yard
Getting freaky in the park and it ain't even dark
Wait until I get you

hard fi can give back

So  call me a hustler no call me no chopper
Call me a hustler no call me no chopper
Me even chop grass a me yard
Ask me woman if

the car, shit

Going to start in the yard You better tone down all them booger actions
They been getting you moving, blasting I be nipping away
I be moving,

Really out here in the garden no yard man but I'm planting trees
Gotta sow my seed, in hair and I don't mean weave
Gotta keep faith like Moses close

his heart
That boy was praying to the Lord
He ain't know he died tonight
He sitting dead up in the yard

Mama crying, tears dropping, cause he left her