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My nigga say he miss them older days
I ain’t know to pray before the shade
I know the stakes and I know my-
I mow the grass so I throw the snakes out with gash
I just watch the rats while they watching cheese
And I watch the hogs while they watching me
I just watch the rats while they watching cheese
And watch the hogs while they watching me
Someone fucking talk to me
Please don’t fucking talk to me, dog
It’s not space between this rock and this hard place
I be caught between all day, I hear foot steps in the hallway
I hear sleep cousin in arms lay, I don’t sleep
It’s no sheep for me, the Cali the farm land but dro cheap
Turned 21 and said peace to my bo-peep
But my flows still on stove heat, strolling through my old street
Stoned, crack a cold one for my dead and gone ones
Got strong lungs, might mug buts it’s all love
Nigga lost weight, so I use both palms when I grub Cross state for the fucking check, like a old nigga prostate
Running up, moms think I’m dunking ’em
I got a girl, half the time
I just think I’m falling out of love with her, it’s fucked up
Other half the time, hammer time, I’m tryna fuck something
That nigga disgust, you could trust
I won’t pick up, tryna hit me ’bout a blunt one
Stomach full off of eating another niggas lunch up
Stuck in the middle of the roof and the issues
Everybody got they fronts up
Run some credentials like you’re Forrest Gump
It’s a stick up, don’t get punched up
My nigga, when they jump out the pick up don’t get jumped
It’s a stick up, don’t get punched up
My nigga, when they jump out the-
I don’t front, cause I front-line, not the dumb guy neither
I don’t like people, still ducking one time cause I like grieving
The truth make my eyes tear up, the truth make my sky clear up
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