The bottom b**h
This is groupie on site
Juveniletic hip hop song can reggae when versus are now
The bottom b**h
Same hustle different day
But we are blessed to be alive yeah
Yeah i deal with f**k give up f**k
In this game of life
On the juvenile let's ride my life
Let me tell you the story about deep the dundada
We about
Was it decoded but he really preferred rider
But he couldn't afford that so he really didn't bother
Coping tree was a traitor
What she learned from him father
That wasn't working for him
So he been got in some product
Got his people with him too taught him how to rock
Wasn't but a minute for them boy told to block up
Started feeling comfortable and swanged
It up and locked up
Counted a couple of minutes
It wasn't long before he popped up
Then he played another role he should've got an oscar
He quit his dreadlocks and started acting like a rasta
Dreads didn't like him said that he was an imposter
Little did they know he was connected with the master
So he had to change
His whole appearance in his postures
He worried about the feds
They didn't watch him like they watch us
They thinking to himself sitting on the dock's hush
This is ruby long side juvenile
Hip hop soccer reggae well versus time now
Same hustle different day
But we are blessed to be alive yeah
In this game of life only the strongest will survive
Now more fire more fire
Marfia marfia
Following on the boy new
This female name denise used to hustle by keys
Got her insurance money one day
But twenty five g's with berserka
Bought a car and gave some n**a the keys
And he be tripping
Swing out at every b**h in the league i
Used to see him could tell
That she was itching to leave
He used to choke and beat her
Till she was missing the teeth
When he got hooked on that cricket
And she was minus to sleep
Cause he was in and out the door
All nightflight in the street
But then the boy got killed there was a only relief
He didn't leave her by herself
He left her home with a tree
She was a lady in the house but was a hoe in the street
She was an out there for a want
She only hood for her knees
She accumulated enough to get a college degree
The niece in the backyard buy the flowers and trees
We can make it
This is repeat on sight to the ninety
