Nowadays I ain't happy to see the sun rise
Where do ghetto children go when they close they eyes
You never know, I done seen so many lost souls it's hard to stomach
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going undersea
This ghetto child is strictly down for making paper
Don't let these busters get to me, I put that on the g
My side where I reside as wild as the mug
Welcome to the city, no pity and no love
I'm seeing homies come and go
Watch it, faces fade
I'm barely getting paid
Licking ag with the braids
Gotta find a lick and put it down I'm too slick for 50
Six-2, runnin these holes through funky town
Now I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin
I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin
All right
I hit the streets when the day dims, it's like I had to be stressed
M11 in my trunk .44 in my lap
If I gotta I pills, a cat
Leaning in a Catalina Pontiac with photos, dana dangs and elbows
Hydraulics will make my shit straight, pancake front, back, side to side
Hi-tec boot, holding down the brake
Ounce of weed in the back with the m11 and I'm straight
It get dark at g.o clock, I scoop my sevens up at eight
One time has checked my plates, but I'm clean, I keeps my mug beans
Mobbing like the g as in gorilla
Nutty Mac on up for realer
You never see me quoting that old pretty ass shit
Six two is supposed to Vickies and the afro pic
Where do ghetto children go when they close they eyes
You never know, I done seen so many lost souls it's hard to stomach
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going undersea
This ghetto child is strictly down for making paper
Don't let these busters get to me, I put that on the g
My side where I reside as wild as the mug
Welcome to the city, no pity and no love
I'm seeing homies come and go
Watch it, faces fade
I'm barely getting paid
Licking ag with the braids
Gotta find a lick and put it down I'm too slick for 50
Six-2, runnin these holes through funky town
Now I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin
I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin
All right
I hit the streets when the day dims, it's like I had to be stressed
M11 in my trunk .44 in my lap
If I gotta I pills, a cat
Leaning in a Catalina Pontiac with photos, dana dangs and elbows
Hydraulics will make my shit straight, pancake front, back, side to side
Hi-tec boot, holding down the brake
Ounce of weed in the back with the m11 and I'm straight
It get dark at g.o clock, I scoop my sevens up at eight
One time has checked my plates, but I'm clean, I keeps my mug beans
Mobbing like the g as in gorilla
Nutty Mac on up for realer
You never see me quoting that old pretty ass shit
Six two is supposed to Vickies and the afro pic
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