[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Fourteen years old and bangin' (Where you from?)
Little nigga, what the fuck was I thinkin’?
Every day skipping school
Head to the park and spark the weed and start my drinkin'
Wanna kill them all then be the big homies
Murder's all that anybody ever told me
Everybody scold me
And see me walking up into that motherfucking jungle just to shape me and mold me
Eighteen years old, looking for the pussy
Someone tell me for this shit get cold
I was on a mission for that bitch
To come and suck a nigga dick instead I’m where the fish get sold
Fresh out of highschool, so nothing even mattеr
I don't really give a fuck about my own life
Evеry day is the same
Sit around and smoking weed and bitches coming through to give a nigga dome, right?
Twenty-one years old
So now a nigga legal, till you whistle to 'em posted in the bar
Never really used to like to drink
But now I'm getting fucked up just so I can sleep up in the car
Ain't nobody tripping off about who I are
A bum in the park that's in need for your money
I was sleeping in the same clothes
With no kind of food in my bowl but you never wasn't funny
I ain't never had no money, I was broke (Broke)
Wishing that a nigga had some soap (Soap)
Getting to the point I can’t cope
If it keep on going I be hanging by the rope
Twenty-five years old and I’m motivated
Thinkin' to myself that I really gotta make it with the music
Ain’t nothing to it
Quit the bullshitting, with the jobbing, mobbing
Get out and do it
Fourteen years old and bangin' (Where you from?)
Little nigga, what the fuck was I thinkin’?
Every day skipping school
Head to the park and spark the weed and start my drinkin'
Wanna kill them all then be the big homies
Murder's all that anybody ever told me
Everybody scold me
And see me walking up into that motherfucking jungle just to shape me and mold me
Eighteen years old, looking for the pussy
Someone tell me for this shit get cold
I was on a mission for that bitch
To come and suck a nigga dick instead I’m where the fish get sold
Fresh out of highschool, so nothing even mattеr
I don't really give a fuck about my own life
Evеry day is the same
Sit around and smoking weed and bitches coming through to give a nigga dome, right?
Twenty-one years old
So now a nigga legal, till you whistle to 'em posted in the bar
Never really used to like to drink
But now I'm getting fucked up just so I can sleep up in the car
Ain't nobody tripping off about who I are
A bum in the park that's in need for your money
I was sleeping in the same clothes
With no kind of food in my bowl but you never wasn't funny
I ain't never had no money, I was broke (Broke)
Wishing that a nigga had some soap (Soap)
Getting to the point I can’t cope
If it keep on going I be hanging by the rope
Twenty-five years old and I’m motivated
Thinkin' to myself that I really gotta make it with the music
Ain’t nothing to it
Quit the bullshitting, with the jobbing, mobbing
Get out and do it
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