Or driving around in a broken down crown vic
Fresh in town tryna f*ck some bitches
Smoking weed drinkin 40 hitting all the ratchet bitches
Used to hang with drug dealers
I was posing
I used they tactics to run up my riches
For a sack of tree I know a nigga come to your house and wipe your nose
Try to keep a stable of bitches
Around town fake drug dealing
Big time pimping bitches
Young nigga doing live sound from the suburbs
Skip school
With your bitch
We was smoking and f*cking
She tall to much
Drop her back to class
Like we ain't knew her
Yeah
I first started it was about 1999
Young as a bitch didn't know shit
Mr hammond gave me my chance at live.
I found a lane to grind im finna be lit
Growing up in Gary
Ain't no draft pick
Pops move to the south
Tryna play like we rich
Now I'm way out zone
I'm out my space
I can't even get a console
When Im 18 I'm gone
Ima hit me a lick
Fast forward
I'm grown
I'm like f*ck school
60 bands you can to pull up
See what my crew do
I love the A music
I think trap flow true
I came up off Florida music
New Orleans
Rap city After school
Taught me to roll up a blunt
Don't show what I go through
Taught me get off my ass
Be patient
It's gonna be proof
Wasted a lil time
But I'm here now what it do
Out the way
In Seattle
These white folks
Knew what to do
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Or driving around in a broken down crown vic
Fresh in town tryna f*ck some bitches
Smoking weed drinkin 40 hitting all the ratchet bitches
Used to hang with drug dealers
I was posing
I used they tactics to run up my riches
For a sack of tree I know a nigga come to your house and wipe your nose
Try to keep a stable of bitches
Around town fake drug dealing
Big time pimping bitches
Young nigga doing live sound from the suburbs
Skip school
With your bitch
We was smoking and f*cking
She tall to much
Drop her back to class
Like we ain't knew her
Yeah
I first started it was about 1999
Young as a bitch didn't know shit
Mr hammond gave me my chance at live.
I found a lane to grind im finna be lit
Growing up in Gary
Ain't no draft pick
Pops move to the south
Tryna play like we rich
Now I'm way out zone
I'm out my space
I can't even get a console
When Im 18 I'm gone
Ima hit me a lick
Fast forward
I'm grown
I'm like f*ck school
60 bands you can to pull up
See what my crew do
I love the A music
I think trap flow true
I came up off Florida music
New Orleans
Rap city After school
Taught me to roll up a blunt
Don't show what I go through
Taught me get off my ass
Be patient
It's gonna be proof
Wasted a lil time
But I'm here now what it do
Out the way
In Seattle
These white folks
Knew what to do
Fresh in town tryna f*ck some bitches
Smoking weed drinkin 40 hitting all the ratchet bitches
Used to hang with drug dealers
I was posing
I used they tactics to run up my riches
For a sack of tree I know a nigga come to your house and wipe your nose
Try to keep a stable of bitches
Around town fake drug dealing
Big time pimping bitches
Young nigga doing live sound from the suburbs
Skip school
With your bitch
We was smoking and f*cking
She tall to much
Drop her back to class
Like we ain't knew her
Yeah
I first started it was about 1999
Young as a bitch didn't know shit
Mr hammond gave me my chance at live.
I found a lane to grind im finna be lit
Growing up in Gary
Ain't no draft pick
Pops move to the south
Tryna play like we rich
Now I'm way out zone
I'm out my space
I can't even get a console
When Im 18 I'm gone
Ima hit me a lick
Fast forward
I'm grown
I'm like f*ck school
60 bands you can to pull up
See what my crew do
I love the A music
I think trap flow true
I came up off Florida music
New Orleans
Rap city After school
Taught me to roll up a blunt
Don't show what I go through
Taught me get off my ass
Be patient
It's gonna be proof
Wasted a lil time
But I'm here now what it do
Out the way
In Seattle
These white folks
Knew what to do
Writer: Jonathan Williams
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