DJ Kept our track playn so we, steal the show* sometimes life A bitch you gone need A ring an A rose* I use to get so high I wouldn’t even feel the lows* could tell you been around da east yo every sentence start wit yo’s * if I’m da third wheel it’s gone be like pushn a fucked up cart round da stow* Loud obnoxious, stand out in A crowd like *ain’t that A bitch…spit some game an pull it *always got that one homie parlayn’s not the same without’em* Dont know how we did it…everything around us was in old English… pulled up on ya lawn like fuck it… if it had Daytons wasn’t A bucket…LORD round the neck peace hardest one in yo city thankful sense I was A lil bitty can’t set me down im to pretty alil loco in otha words lil crazy put in work sense A 80’s baby * got up out the gutter lookn filthy ran a check to who’s billn me RIDAH twist key in da Chevy wit a button up collar no bullshit cuz I’m getn paid by da hour gone get there* top of horse power….Gone