Lil Homie (Ode To Wooly) Nick Buglione (Dey Bishop)

[Pre-verse}​
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[Verse 1]
Look into the mirror staring back
Was a clothes tethered, yeah, hoes never cared
With a flow that can heal souls better, rare
Go-getter, dough? Clear I never cared for that
Hey, name's Dey, may have heard me
I'm great, if you fake then you straight razor worthy
And I ain't playing gangsta, I ain't
But don't think you won't catch a stitch like a fake laker jersey
Just the runt of the litter
At 13 busting cups of the liquor
At 14, cutting up with a slut
15, puffing blunts, sucking up on a swisher
Never been around it, you ain't been about it
Wool told me eat less, that's the best start
But 17, I was fat, grew a beard so you see where my chin ends and my starts like woah
I'm a piece of shit
But if cops lock us up, I'mma plead the fifth
And if you tryna get high, I'll be dry
But if you tryna drink, think my momma got at least a fifth
18, want girls, booty, woo, that's my weakness
Big homie said, choose who I'm freaking
That would not fly, I would plot wise
Lived like Popeye's, meaning two side pieces, woah