[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
When I was young I used to pull a par on my mom and my dad and my brother all before breakfast
Twice at least
Then I would go out
To the backyard and pull a par on my dog and hold her down by the front paws and swipe her leash
I'm gettin paid
I gotta say
I done spent too much damn time on Sherman way
Talkin' about that money get you blasted any day
Gettin' twisted as I listen to that ADR lavey
Gangstas ride from side to side
But you know right where I stay
Comin up out the darkness of the cut to rise to the occasion
The butcherman about to go and do an operation
You don't wanna cross the path of this wicked ass caucasian
Comin around my hood with flashy goods see what that hoe shit brought ya
Knock that brand new grill up out your mouth and finally get my brand new molar partials
While I'm young bitch
Bank account is negative but I just want it all like Joseph smith and Brigham young bitch
Get the fuck away from me hoe
Shayd with the forty five known for buckin these bitches down and watchin em' bleed slow
Get the fuck away from the madness underneath the mask at night
I ain't trick or treating but I'm still on your street though
I gotta make up
For lost time
So I live life like the purge as soon as I wake up
I got the need to pull a par when I wake up
Life is like the Truman show and I'm bout to go, crazy as fuck
It's buy two get one so I took my coupon to extendos
Now I'm cashin out and zaggin out the door with racks a' ammo
Dizzy rizzo used to flizzip izzout on that pizzo
Was it funkytown or just the diagnosis of a skitzo
When I was young I used to pull a par on my mom and my dad and my brother all before breakfast
Twice at least
Then I would go out
To the backyard and pull a par on my dog and hold her down by the front paws and swipe her leash
I'm gettin paid
I gotta say
I done spent too much damn time on Sherman way
Talkin' about that money get you blasted any day
Gettin' twisted as I listen to that ADR lavey
Gangstas ride from side to side
But you know right where I stay
Comin up out the darkness of the cut to rise to the occasion
The butcherman about to go and do an operation
You don't wanna cross the path of this wicked ass caucasian
Comin around my hood with flashy goods see what that hoe shit brought ya
Knock that brand new grill up out your mouth and finally get my brand new molar partials
While I'm young bitch
Bank account is negative but I just want it all like Joseph smith and Brigham young bitch
Get the fuck away from me hoe
Shayd with the forty five known for buckin these bitches down and watchin em' bleed slow
Get the fuck away from the madness underneath the mask at night
I ain't trick or treating but I'm still on your street though
I gotta make up
For lost time
So I live life like the purge as soon as I wake up
I got the need to pull a par when I wake up
Life is like the Truman show and I'm bout to go, crazy as fuck
It's buy two get one so I took my coupon to extendos
Now I'm cashin out and zaggin out the door with racks a' ammo
Dizzy rizzo used to flizzip izzout on that pizzo
Was it funkytown or just the diagnosis of a skitzo
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