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Sunday school dropout

I walk all day, I walk and I talk all day
What I say is what I saw that day
Was a Catholic goddammit I had it made
Acting like that's it
When you fucked up cause I got fucked up all day
Strut through the streets with a hang-
Over it ain't over 'til I get me a colder drank
Can't be the king of the city be the bomb of the city still run in the city
I got hundred of bitties that's one in the Wiki cause they love that I'm from the city
They love that I'm spitting
They don't understand half the shit but they fucking with the rhythm
They fucking with the feeling, I'm fucking with them but they fucking with the real thang

I know you know who we are gonna die anyway
Gonna die any day send me to the ER
Before you do get to my crew so I can see y'all
Puff a blunt with each y'all, run amok
Getting sucker punched, fuck a slut
Put a nut in the nut
Don't race make a mutt, that's for born deaded
And yea there's god who I still ain't mentioned
And I pray I just still ain't met him
What the fuck I'm living for
Just a Guinea nigga I ain't want more
Cause y'all know [?] figurati
It's mean it's nothing I'm wag I'm stunting I'm zooted I'm sourced I've popped a few Z's
Y'all wanna walk like me
Y'all y'all y'all wanna talk like me
I saw how you walk in the room
Zooted in the low I don't act like a goon I run these blocks
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I hear them stop by hear the [?]
Y'all ready know it's on it's on
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Fuck a shorty to the song, sip a 40 'till it's gone
'Till it's gone, 'till it's gone, 'till it's gone, it's gone

I know you know who we are gonna die anyway
Gonna die any day send me to the ER
Before you do get to my crew so I can see y'all
Puff a blunt with each y'all, run amok
Getting sucker punched, fuck a slut
Put a nut in the nut
Don't race make a mutt, that's for born deaded
And yea there's god who I still ain't mentioned
And I pray I just still ain't met him

Rum in the summer, whiskey in the winter, yea I gotta
Fade in the summer, Fro in the winter shout out my barber
Gotta stop we're getting haircuts avoided like it's autumn
Wearing shorts in October it's getting colder
I'm a boulder you a pebble I'm rebel you a solider don't settle
Make my own agenda cocaina in my clothes
Dope rolled up up in a folder
Roll a L and try to hold it still to seem I'm sober
I'm in a dream seen a roller coaster
I've seen Hova, I seen Jehovah
I don't know what nothing I am blunted I am blunted

I'm a fuckup and I'm an outcast and that's it
You come near me you're gonna get it
You're gonna get fucked over and fucked out