Dre was on some college shit
reek he had a scholarship
now they up the f trying to survive and shit
4 niggas to a cell them jails on some crowded shit
why they gotta rot in there I'm hoping they don't die in there
as bad as i want you here i know theres reasons why you're there
i can imagine in your top bunk lieing there
thinking about the shit that we did before you got in there
i hate to see you locked in there i know that there is a better place
stand tall and hold your water never let the levees break
tommy keep on boxing i know one day you will be heavy weight
let me set the recored straight my house look like its section 8
i barely had a first which means i never seen a second plate
i told my mom ill move her out before she see them heaven gates
before she see that graveyard
ill make sure its paid off when i grow that money tree i know that it'll bring shade dawg
rather see marquess play ball than see him laid off
every night i pray for tum
knowing that them days long hoping that he stay strong
hope he keep his head high wipe away my tears god
we never ment the dead lines but everything gets better over time like its red wine red wine
being broke i never liked those days thought about it like damn how my life gonna change
even tho my nigga don had some physico ways
i still love him because we was tighter than some micro braids
my mom couldnt even wipe herself
she stop washing stop shaving she aint like herself
i use to always want them sneakers on the nikey shelf
nigga please you dont know how living trifalin felt
i know how living tryfalin felt
everynight i use to hussle them quarters
when it was time to take a bath i grabbed a bucket of water
my curfew been passed i was up on them corners
making plays i was ducking from tourists and watching out for explorors
i was the poorest needed help so bad
we was all fucked up and i felt so bad
i hated having company my house smelled so bad
but i said fuck it me and coop we gotta bag this reg
i hated fucking bitches cause my dick use to stink
and my ass smelled like ass i was the trash from the trash
i couldnt even take a bath a lot of shit i didnt have
15 grabed my first pair of pradas from the ave
yeah i love my nigga coon we be always in are bag
and i love my nigga dot although its problems that we had
shout out to my nigga lil told me focus on this cash
anytime that nigga had it he made sure we all had
almost cried when i seen my nigga arian
laid up in that bed almost paralised was tereified
made me think about my life i charish mine
swing on me im swinging back just like im barry bonds
niggas be the scary kind
that was never me because all i fear is god
trying to turn my curv into the marriot
bitches they aint hear me out
never use to text me back
fuck them bitches now im bout my chesse aint talking pepperjack

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