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Yea, hey, hey, Yea 1-2-1-2, hey Uh, uh uh, yea, yea (Hums) Yea, look look Fast lane, living bad thang, Giving brain from the passenger side of the ride while I drive And I swerve, vision blurred, make it hard to observe Blame the liquor I absorb and plus I'm high as God Why is it lord that I can't seem to slow the whip down? The same boy standing up when them teachers told him sit down Look now, I done growed up and still don't follow rules Call those blues, nigga hold up ya'll still don't got a clue All the cool niggas from high schools that still ain't doing shit Remember when you used to fuck niggas up til' the blue and shit Now ya ass broke as a joke and them niggas doing it Funny how the tables turn in life nigga you ruined it 3 kids and never see they daddy unless he need a dollar from his baby mama And you still don't wear a condom, is you stupid nigga? Falling in love with these hoes, is you cupid nigga? You better learn before you burn boy See me stay on top of my game, David Stern boy Did his dirt like worms but my mind was more concerned with the future Ya'll niggas stuck in neutral This the city where police trynna shoot you, the army trynna recruit you I'm here to get you higher baby so this here's the booster I'm trynna be the king nigga this that Martin Luther, shit is crucial Now let me introduce you to the real from The Ville Still pouring liquor for my niggas killed yea! From Letras Mania