Rude Boy Young Drummer Boy

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[Verse 1]
Around The Time That I Caught My First Offense
I Was With My Homies
We Chasing Dead Presidents
There Wasn't Much But Destruction Up On My Mind
Back Then I Really Was Thinking, As Do or Die
My Mama's Hangin' My Laundry
Up On The Fence
I See Them Ballers
They Driving Them Shiny Benz
Nothing Really Could
Keep My Mind Occupied
I Wanted Riches & Bitches Up In My Ride
I Thought If I Had A Range Rover
The Game Was Over
But Now I'm Runnin' Over Money
Like A Steam-Roller
Around The Time
I Was Smoking Weed To The Brain
I Bought A Sack
And Another Sack Everyday
Around The Time
I Was Kicking Lyrics Out By The Ride
It Was Nothin' Serious
Somethin' I Just Did On The Side
I Rather Kick It With My Homies
Sittin' By The Curb
We Drinkin' Fortys
And Smokin' Up On That Killa Herb