West Coast, Donna Street, Gerson Parks, But I'm from 40 Block, Hood Nigga, some rest in peace, I'm blessed to be what I'm about to be. Flyest in the city, all my chicks got big ol' titties. Double park that benzo for all my friends gone. My bitch will hold my pistol, come to close she make it whistle. Blow that bitch up out the window. Silent speculations, can't run from my past. Dirty motherfuckas, hiding with aristocrats. Blue do rag hanging, but I am not a crip, my shoes are red, I walk with a limp. Made it off the block, but rooted in this ghetto shit, cause you don't know what it means to be a ghetto kid. I did a lot of shit to make it to these foreign whips, not a smudge on my name unless I fucked yo bitch.

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We gon watch the time past (4x).
We den watched some past (2x)

Rise up out the dirt, come up out the hole. FLy around the earth, sail around the globe. Get what you can give, bless what you afford. Remember this whole world a ghetto, so don't be stressed for being poor. Everything I collect I know I'm leaving. The thoughts are reflected just a beating, everything in the way the way a reason. If the fact ain't me I aint believin. Oh be it may I lead the way. Say my grace, before I eat today. Spray myself with my new cologne, to pat my back cause I'm moving on. Cause I'm stewing on these beats, hustling, picket signs aint saving asses. It ain't bout you paying for it. It's more bout you paying taxes. I hope your network is worth your assets and all the time that you've made for laughter, every picture that frame capture, Mona Lisa, slave and master, peace.

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We gon watch the time past (4x).
We den watched some past, yeah (2x).