Bout to Get Fruit Punched, Homie The Wonder Years

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[Verse 1]
I was peddling sugary drinks to all the little kids for weeks
Spending late nights at the factory
Making fat stacks for my family
But now my wife's been getting shady
That trick-ass mark don't call me baby
I'll sit by the window sill and if she's got another man
Then juice will spill

[Chorus]
Thought I had people I could trust
Like my boy, Captain Crunch
I know he'd never (Never)
Do me like that (Behind my back)
I found her mouth all cut up
And his hat in the corner
Yo, homes you don't know what I'm
Capable of

[Verse 2]
Before Kool-Aid picked me up
I ran blocks, I sold rocks
G's up, hoes down and I'd have all
These snitches stomped (Then I grew up)
And got a real job
Peddling drinks to all these little snobs
And if you think that I fell off
Then watch your back 'fore you get popped