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Yeah Where we at? Reminiscin', poppin' the clutch before I burnt the gear So high off of the Seroquels I could swerve and leer Thirty years what I was facing, I had to persevere Remember first time I shot the chopper it hurt my ears Learnt to steer stealing cars, now I got a mil' in cars Growin' up I feared murder, now I'm on that murder tier Co-defendant still at large, lookin' at a elder [?] That's a real tearjerkеr, never evеn jerked a tear I heard Samir took his plea back, now he lookin' at three [?] When they told me T ratted, that shit hurt me dear Whenever somethin' go wrong, I'm usually the first to hear Can't even complain 'cause I know felons with a worse career Criminal rap sheet, they found the brick in the backseat Should've been athletes fightin' this case, already served a year Without no Bon Jovi, ain't got no anchovies That one nigga who slammed brodie, yeah, I heard he here Not guilty on all counts, they know we balled out On the humble, that's how the cookie crumble and the ball bounce Now we U-Haul truckloads inside of small towns Roundin' up them raw custos that used to call a count But now it's all hundros behind the wall mount Forgot to mention why that chicken never crossed the road Letras de cancionesPosted up balled-up park, with a balled-up road Countin' up all my pros from down in Walnut Grove Ice on the bridge of my Cartis, I damn near caught a cold "Too hot, get out the kitchen," how my pop talked to the stove My weed stronger than Hancock, can hear a pin drop Money so quiet, can't even hear the rubber band pop Pour a three in the can pop, I got a flight to catch Soon as I land, got that twenty-shot up in my Nike Tech Unlike the rest of these niggas, I was the pride and joy Leader of the pack, but Jack ain't never been no mama's boy Ain't gotta cut me no slack, can't break it down for no fraud Know I'm down for the cause, somethin' like a mongoloid Put that switch on your backside and embarrass you Six seconds, pop out the whole clip quick as a parachute Rich like some carrot soup, pour a drink, think it's Theraflu I been gettin' money, I put that on my grandma Mary Lou When these ain't movin' in your town, I know somewhere they do For where a one gun ain't enough, you gotta carry two Not guilty on all counts, they know we balled out On the humble, that's how the cookie crumble and the ball bounce Now we U-Haul truckloads inside of small towns Roundin' up them raw custos that used to call a count But now it's all hundros behind the wall mount Forgot to mention why that chicken never crossed the road Posted up balled-up park, with a balled-up road Countin' up all my pros from down in Walnut Grove From Letras Mania