One day, staring at the ceiling, making
Friends with now off
Im off that match box 20, I need to hit the jackpot
Im broke so Im low enough to black block semi
Taking back shots of Henny, cause thats my remedy
Im wondering how much money we robbing a crack spot
If they only and cues, kicking the door and they start squeezing tools
Next time youll see me on tv will be the news
Rapper found slain for the past people choose
Mom seem to blues and nobody wouldnt give a fuck
Excess wait for the word to nip and tuck
Man I start thinking crazy when Im the..
I know I come from seamen and Im still a nut
Welcome to the inferno, when a gun start touching you kids like
Look the other way like paternal
Aint writing rhymes but Im writing in my journal
Letters to god but I dont know if he concern them
They say hell waiting on the sinner
All my life feel like Satan hating on a nigga
No paddle travel up a defecating river
Shits creek, shits weak, ..praying on my level
Tracking the vicious cycle, this is life
But my life is my biggest rival
Shit is try but I cant pick a different life,
So grip a mike, tell you what go a nigga psycho
That world, it aint nothing you can do with me
I call you no class ass niggers truancy
I came out of ugly situations beautifully
I built a house out of bricks, haters through with me
Im from the beach city bitch, beach city bitch, beach city bitch
Beach city bitch, beach city bitch, beach city bitch
Im from the beach city bitch, beach city bitch, beach city bitch
Beach city bitch, beach city bitch, beach city bitch.
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