yo lovin. wish i could take you back to my younger days, feet pajamas, oatmeal off the microwave, way back when i used to watch cartoons, now i just rock the same shit like cartoons, for the last buck with the chronic, i was supposed to be crib, fruit snacks and sonic, now i'm posted in the spot with sacks and tonic, serve the high school kids before home economics, with a mind full of money and a heart full of change, gotcha nigga puffing loosies skip home, a thang, don't take it as a diss if a nigga don't speak, it's just. a lot on my mind this week, gave my nigga four years so i smoke more blunts, and the nigga that snitched got 36 months, what goes around come back, tryna make the beat cry put my life on the track, sit in champion hood, split a swisher down the middle, nights in the snow, bloc high like acquittal, got a get it, no matter what's the season, missed my po day gotta come up with a reason, my granny die, already used that fuck it, let the dice know, sipping the henney straight back, roll another sack gotta get my mind right, hit the booth spit the truth like w. cronkite, i'm a heavyweight, guns make you levitate, bout to get the d back crackin' like '88, phone was goin' on by marvin, cause niggas still hustlin' and starvin'
