We Chillin

roll this blunt hit the booth lyricist till the water hit the roof nigga no lie im the truth nigga the percent in the proof nigga I'm the reason they loose nigga we chilling in a room so many in the booth we could've sworn it much bigger its girl everywhere booty shorts and they ass got the best of them we getting high so they ass showing more and more they taking off fly as fuck tryna ride the wave she blowing hard like its lit on my birthday good nigga in the worse way I dont like niggas Jim crow days make rules just to show change racists mfs in the world they see black but I see green the concrete to the fucking street chain gang for the memories all my niggas follow me fuck the world till that bitch bleed middle finger if they didn't believe slavery was the death of the black breed the whites brought authority to a country that was free and very wealthy took land and drugged the brain with the poorest Gene's wrong turn for the ugly scene prisoners to this world man and it hurt tryna flourish work hard to get robbed you deserve it if you work for white man uncle Sam and the government than you stuck in that whirlwind ima businessman, I own shit like the rent man, big man, in the paint 33 shit its magic when she say you got a big dick she know the game she control all the moves freaky bitch love to suck dick explicit shit just to know she the one that I'm fucking sap shit, them initials if she catch it parker, she remind me of my last whip so fast had to slow that ass down shit made a woman out a young bitch young age but she right like wine in the basement