Count stacks with a nigga, fuck
Back in high school we used to trade
Back when Iceberg and Girbaud was
like the wardrobe for the killers,
I swear being broke didn't fit us
Like new T- shirts, new jeans, new hats
You know, spending gas money
on the shit that won't last
Back when 20 dollars would
that ass, God bless that ass
Riding around like we dumber
Whipping that Toyota like it's a Hummer
What happened to those days?
When all I did was safe sex, latex
The first time I slipped up was the had
a homemade aids test fuck
not before I got drunk once
I was smoking on haze, all in a daze
My homies would call and say "nigga,
Man, I'm straight up off the 7 Mile
They call that the better mile
Tryna get a house up in the woods
Off on 11 Mile, better that,
Girls that hold me down Corretta style,
And everything I want off in
the world is a must- have
I realised that at the bus stop with a bus
'Cause there's niggas in the streets getting
money under my nose that I mustache
I've seen people get murked who ain't
disrespect an d search my shit
That's why their attitude was "bitch,
how do you maintain the same brain and mind
When only language they know
Fuck it all though, I rep it til' the world blow,
good to be home, isn't it?
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