Situations I be kicking just you get you pacing That attentive, parental supervision, you should do the diction Street chronicles, struggles and losses Can make a nigga's moms hang up crosses and horseshoes I brought you, to that state of mind you needed By now your weeded, bob your head, recline seated And put your life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews With sports cars and the iciest jewels, y'all know the rules In this street life, by now the beasts might be least white Stash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipe And shed light on, he put me right on To be an icon, cuz dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon The fast life, fistfights that shit could like amuse me Some chose a road some niggas died so what's to choosing? At nighttime, it especially addresses me Preferably, around 10, when my weed cipher begin We start bugging on facts, half the facts that's for sure Put your zone in my world if we adapt, crack, and pour Make a toast yo that's how we break bread together Probably when we dead be better, the problems ahead whatever Courvoisier sipping, whipping' out-of-state missions And just in case you're snitching, the safe's hidden With these conniving things, niggas make it to obvs (obvious) to bring Hatred to enterprising cream, advise your team to wiser schemes
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