Right back, right back, right back, right back, right back, I can't believe it, got me going
crazy, look at me, how can I get to, well I got everyone to know, and I'll be going
crazy the hard links, look at me, look at the hard links, yeah, look at me, look at
me, pulled up step out the car here can better than hers, watch your eyes see your eyes nigga,
bellin like a bell never been bell, nail shining here, blowing the body so swell, she like
to stay in pocket catch that lips trained to you, she understand we going to go do the
things that we do, I listen when she talk, I'm crispy on my walk, aint nothing that like
fly for real on the prowl ready to cop what's the problem baby you scared of
airplanes what go up right in your city this is global game you want more than
just being pretty she know what you want but ain't nobody taught her nothing man
she missing her dough ain't you tired baby ain't you fed up and ain't you glad
that real hoes keep their head up and ain't you glad though cuz you a bad hoe
I'm thankful for every time you pay me by the back hoe and it's good to feel
the pippin hoe love she do her thing she do her thing I don't get mad I just say
baby do your thing she want to break a trick and tell you about it she'd be so
happy when she do it I give her a hella compliment and she can't wait to go
right back and hit him again and again she know that trick gonna pay he gonna
kick you in he gonna kick you in
I ain't trippin on a punk ass bitch I let her go on unless the hoe is in my room
with no clothes on it's on it poppin in here we keep it cutthroat deep in the
game with more pool than a tugboat a snub nose for the bitch made close by
you hear him call a shadow local when he pass by unless I say so it goes down I'm
all about my pesos I make my rounds downtown SD to yo block got your whole
f*****g hood on suicide watch it don't stop hop out the caddy with an attitude
ain't nobody fuck with me longitude on attitude you don't want shadow after you
believe me mayhem boy watch your breezy it ain't easy but somebody gotta do it
so I smoke my weed and I sit my food like
I can't believe it got me going crazy
I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get everyone else, and I'll be going down
I'm in the high life, I'm in the, I'm in the high life
man it's a cold cold shame cuz when you're dirt broke and fucked up nobody
really knows your name but not a negative the third to a positive and
make some chippers so -called homies come around quicker always quick to freeload
thinking I'm a brother I'm a neighborhood hero ride little homie I'm
far from that still struggling and just got a car from that shit I'm working on
my first pair trying to get that income too far garage with a mansion in a six
one sitting on the front lawn I gotta beat a bomb your hard work paying off
homie it'll come it takes time but patience is a virtue and temptations
always guaranteed to hurt you I'm in the hood where you bump into the same folks
smokers in the alley crack pipes with that same smoke ain't nothing change
though but the seasons and trying to stay G from all the struggles I be in
damn I gotta keep pushing I gotta just gotta keep my head above the water feel
me be that gangster life can't sleep at night what's the point of living life
if you can't do right fuck that I do my thing keep my shit don't bang why
checking these haters in trying to maintain cuz my life's been a struggle
where the fuck would I be if it wasn't for hustling hanging out on the streets
thank the hood in the homies that put me up on games nowadays motherfuckers in
the games is length trying to act like the gangster but inside you's a bitch
tell the truth you ain't never been on food stamps trick I've been living the
struggle since the day I was born and gonna keep it thuggish until the day
that I'm gone I send shots to my homies living life in the cells to do this shit
for my people in the struggle for real it's Lil Al hood raised D &T the hottest
essay on the streets of SD
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