[Intro]
Yeah, check, check, yeah, uh
Chillin' in my, uh, uh
Chillin’ in my, chillin' in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin’ in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh
[Chorus]
Old school, Chevy things, Cadillacs
Smokin' on that good, good, good for my cataracts
Fuckin' up this bad food, fast food, gettin' fat
Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe
Livin' la vida broke-a, fuckin’ these smokers up and baggin’ crack
Antonio Montana dream, mama wasn't havin’ that
Niggas ain't know no better, we'd fuck 'em and pass ’em, we was passin' rats
Bitch, you wet my 'Wood up, dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back
[Verse 1]
Bitch, pass it back, pass the Act', codeine got me passin' out
Kron, mix it with cranberry, I'm tryna see what that about
'Member we hit that lick and tied up them Crips in that Atlanta house
Had to smoke that nigga that came along with us 'cause he was gon' rat us out
Seem like my actions was devil-sent, I can't sympathize
Fuck Generation X, this generation genocide
Your social stat make you fantasize 'bout a homicide
To me, the God Allah is the Black man personified
Participatin' in killin' my own in search of wealth
Should he come knockin' at the door of your home, you know, we don't fear death
Knew the Lord was in the room when my daughter took her first breath
Cold turkey on the dope, had to gain the knowledge of self
Yeah, check, check, yeah, uh
Chillin' in my, uh, uh
Chillin’ in my, chillin' in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin’ in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh
[Chorus]
Old school, Chevy things, Cadillacs
Smokin' on that good, good, good for my cataracts
Fuckin' up this bad food, fast food, gettin' fat
Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe
Livin' la vida broke-a, fuckin’ these smokers up and baggin’ crack
Antonio Montana dream, mama wasn't havin’ that
Niggas ain't know no better, we'd fuck 'em and pass ’em, we was passin' rats
Bitch, you wet my 'Wood up, dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back
[Verse 1]
Bitch, pass it back, pass the Act', codeine got me passin' out
Kron, mix it with cranberry, I'm tryna see what that about
'Member we hit that lick and tied up them Crips in that Atlanta house
Had to smoke that nigga that came along with us 'cause he was gon' rat us out
Seem like my actions was devil-sent, I can't sympathize
Fuck Generation X, this generation genocide
Your social stat make you fantasize 'bout a homicide
To me, the God Allah is the Black man personified
Participatin' in killin' my own in search of wealth
Should he come knockin' at the door of your home, you know, we don't fear death
Knew the Lord was in the room when my daughter took her first breath
Cold turkey on the dope, had to gain the knowledge of self
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