Freeworld To The Pen (Radio) South Park Mexican

[Verse 1]
I must of been raised on city streets
Just to be the chosen one
Playin golf with me nine iron
Gotta bust a hole in one
Like them hits squads
Do them quick jobs
I'm gonna get gunned down
Me lickin them shots
Never let nobody get passed one round
I be the son of a G and gun blaster
Them gonna be casper
Me pulling much faster
Daddy left me basterdly
As a G at last I see
Now bow dow thow so call me daddy streets
Gotta rain like rain man
Executed me game plan
It's a bird in a plane
Comin from the main land
Me living thе high life
Keepin an eye out for thе drive by
And swear to the lord that's war
This what? fool died by why lie
Mira high guy
That man was so fried from formaldehyde
I'm ready to die when the bags fly
Then jump on the mic and sound alive
Makin me blocks
Smokin me rocks
Steady be hittin me licks
Smokers expected the two one action
Cut flex as big as them bricks
Collections from the connections
Cashin checks into the safe
Tryina get it crank
Now gotta crunk
Mom want me to stop but I just can't
Just smokin my ses as I rest on top of the hill
Come chill with the real deal
Me packin the steal that kills in trills
Guardin my grill in the battle field
Me poppin led pills for dollar bills
Me kill, me feel no love
Keepin these fiends in they pipe dreams
In these h-town streets on up
Hold up
Were all the meanin for the fienin in my neighborhood?
They huntin me down for more
I'm guessin my caine was good
From day one, it begun
Me life was not straight
Now I become the one these dirty cops hate