Living life like this, gotta paint a picture when I write like this, tales from my hood on a sight like this where they up to no good on a night like this
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riding with my homies on sight, my tell me to come in at night, now i really gotta go but they never know, living life to the fullest, i gotta go, po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow I'm the crib in the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib
Born and raised in my area beautiful by day, by night its hysteria fuck around and bury ya tonight
I was in the crib just sitting on the rug, based heads coming through, looking for the plug, now
And they murder motherfuckers just cause, type of shit i see and probably wonder what it was
