[Verse: Oliver]
My dad a blood, my mom a crip
Raw tripping
Show them how we live
Tell my real mama how it is
(sh*t)
I’m been b*tching to some killers
Bout' some things that I know
Never been a repetition
I could get it on the low
[I seen a lot of things in the past two years
And I won’t ever forget 'em
Really wish that I could
Man I been around the hood]
Only now and then do I see you
And even then
Things don’t feel
Right anymore
I need more drugs
More love
More money
Way more money
(honey I can’t do it on my own)
They ain't heard sh*t in a minute from your boy
I don't wanna go outside
Don’t make me
I don't wanna come inside
Don't make me[?]
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