Popping chrome heart tags, yeah my arms be filled with tats Shohei in the building, way I rock this baseball bat Cuban link from puerto rico, tipping off my hat We pull up to the spot, then we hit that dine and dash, mm
All this pain that I feel I gotta keep it real You hating on my gang we gonna have to kill I don’t give a fuck about the way that you feel The way that I felt man I wanted to be killed Just keeping it real Everybody talkin
As you fled the scene I think about the times you cried When they look at me I’m paranoid they think I’m high I ain’t tripping about the damage that you did Yea it may of hurt but it was fucked cause I’m a kid Doing all these drugs almost fell into a trip To bad for my haters now I get to go and live I don’t really care because they hating on a g No im not a opp but I can be one if you please I used to be blind but now I’m happy I can see Don’t do any drugs maybe smoke up on some tree Everybody know but they ain’t really know me I aint from the hood but I don’t fuck with the police Don’t got any green still aint foldin for no cheese Laughing at my self because I think I might be free I don’t got no time for no fake shit in my books If I make it and blow up I know them pussy gon be shook I ain’t even done hold up baby lemme cook Yea they felt pain but they ain’t get what it took
