come through in a z06 vette
aint got no time for a GED test
all for the love and respect
on the block were old heads sip brew and shoot dice
theres loose mice, were hustlers pump and recruit tykes
we all got hood stripes
inherit the pain
theres veterans slain
murals to cherish the name
and i just kick back and sip grey goose
make moves, pitch rock like im aiming for jesus
we break foos
star stuck on trees call me hood ornament
everyday its like im sending condolences
holding shit stressed out thats why i scold a bitch
brushes with death before i learned motor skills
fucks talk shit you better hallow goons
i know fiends upstate that swallow balloons
brought up in the dirt all i know is get paid
fuck with sandwich bags but not to wrap subways
kids blast em k's this is the end of the days
shoes 2 tre but i aint talking about j's
how you gon say ypu dont feel this cat
hustling coke before i was fuckign with rap
