Pop, I think you're a fuckin homo Hey thanks for payin for my college, I'm learnin a lot I'm learnin a million, I'm learnin a bunch of shit Like how to
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change is proof we've grown It follows me where I go Instead I'm looking back to where we met I found the chance to live again Instead you'd rather see
I be when I wake up next to a stranger On a passenger plane, passenger plane Permanent jet lag Please take me back, please take me back I'm a stray dog
a nigga I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe You livin' in a closet and call it a condo I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench Just
two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles And we both rent out playa Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa Y'all seen
like a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game
a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell
outside, 'cause niggah this's Westside 'til i die I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a Soldier niggah, I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a
on mute That's proof, you a punk, and you lucky There ain't enough room to fit a nigga in my roof or the trunk I got a box to quickly hide the gun You
never gave a damn (x4) Dreddy Krueger I'm blowing niggaz out the frame Now what's my motherfuking name [Dreddy Krueger] I'm playing niggaz like a boy
's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game
put my seeds on it [Kastro] You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a
me a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M
for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly
I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss before the homies
, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that the niggaz
1 2, 1 2, ya'll niggas know just how I do Let's get more paper, more bread It grind time I ain't fuckin round kid Got a new case d's ain't got no proof Got a