thastickiesteva

let me take you down a long line a strong line of some memories
i'm 17 now, and im putting down the hennessy
Hopin they remember me, my heart colder than december B
you niggas can't get me like a lender's fee
the only time I pay a nigga back is when he take one of mine
real talk, I'm the sun and the shine ain't no stop in me i'm son of the grind
I got ones on my mind switching flows entering rooms with blunts and a nine
damn my flow crazy sick, look mama you made me bitch
and you left me too, but you raised me that's why I respect you
If dat dude checks you, i'll deck dude in his face make him feel special
enough of about me, my city cold as big bear in the winter when the ball drops
and when one of the homies gets dropped we know not to call cops
they come and investigate try to get ahead of the gang find the chedda mayne
i'm ahead of lames, that's why my moneys stacked higher than jet or planes
realist one spitting fuck reezy rell, I'm bring young jeezy hell when my birds propel
i stay with a glock, a 40 ounce and an extra clip for the nerds who tell
so much came from my city, L.A is so different from everywhere else
if you came here , you wuld leave with stars on ya belt
but i'm sad cuz i know one day we getting bombed on like smoke in the bong bong
the bitches thick too, they slutty and they impressed by fly whips, shakin they ass like pom poms
i'm cashing checks, crashing my jets, and still stashing the skets, ask ya moms toms


murdered cracc a bottle