[Verse 1: Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood of a Range
But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin
She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I was peddlin' 'caine
In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no
Cause it's a poor man's drug, and I will never give love
To how fast heroine, that's low as cocaine was
Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too
To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoop
So, I took a tip, after all and hit the strip
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, "Never get high on your own supply"
Especially if you plan to leave this hood bitch rich
Reminiscin' on my past, damn it brings me to tears
See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear
Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rockin' the latest gear
New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear
Watch me strip naked, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feelin'
Off that needles warm embrace, in a sexual healin'
This tracks moves like the 70's, got me feelin' great
Watchin' my pen noddin' off, spillin' words out on the...
[Bridge: Littles]
I'm scared to love you, 'cause you remind me of my past
Baby, you gotta trust me, 'cause I got a girl, and you got a man
I don't want you to judge me, I just wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood of a Range
But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin
She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I was peddlin' 'caine
In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no
Cause it's a poor man's drug, and I will never give love
To how fast heroine, that's low as cocaine was
Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too
To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoop
So, I took a tip, after all and hit the strip
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, "Never get high on your own supply"
Especially if you plan to leave this hood bitch rich
Reminiscin' on my past, damn it brings me to tears
See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear
Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rockin' the latest gear
New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear
Watch me strip naked, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feelin'
Off that needles warm embrace, in a sexual healin'
This tracks moves like the 70's, got me feelin' great
Watchin' my pen noddin' off, spillin' words out on the...
[Bridge: Littles]
I'm scared to love you, 'cause you remind me of my past
Baby, you gotta trust me, 'cause I got a girl, and you got a man
I don't want you to judge me, I just wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me
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