[Chorus: Ayana]
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those
Low pro Vogues
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed
[Verse 1: SPM]
It feel good givin' back to the hood
I'm tryin' to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope fiends I woop
Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us would run
It was nine of us, they couldn't catch one
Good old days, I won't forget
While I write on this laptop in this jet
With the Universal Records President
And they say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Ain't no love and ain't no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make
Your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
I'm puttin' seventeen strip dancers all through school
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those
Low pro Vogues
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed
[Verse 1: SPM]
It feel good givin' back to the hood
I'm tryin' to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope fiends I woop
Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us would run
It was nine of us, they couldn't catch one
Good old days, I won't forget
While I write on this laptop in this jet
With the Universal Records President
And they say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Ain't no love and ain't no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make
Your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
I'm puttin' seventeen strip dancers all through school
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