They Show no love for these street thugs
Chillen on the block and watch the streets
thug harder reminiscent on the short time with my father
lying to friends yeah
that niggas a Harlem globe trotter
Never realized my anger hated because i look like him
can hang our skins on a hanger who can tell the difference
written off because im different
Man y’all niggas listen It’s the trials and tribulations
the strong and fitted yall niggas are missed
in the streets never took me god willing
My words are ostrich cheese hard to digest use to have
dreams of the coke and pyrex but I changed my course
your boy is lost in the skeem of life
this shit is thrife mixed the rum and sprite god forbid a nigga write
because my skins light my boys named me borderline white
wheres the hype shunned for being right that’s my life its alright
smoke boogies till the end of the night end of my life its the end
of our fight she wants to end it tonight but that was my life at the
end i just bite and say its alright this is my strife you wanna lover her
lover her right
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