u tellin me to touch grass homie?
how about you kiss the cement you bitch
you put the old in cuckold
we out here survivin, you out there picking daisies in a meadow or someshit.
whatt we do when we got nothing to do?
we keep it 55thhhhh street.
blood may be the enemy but the true enemy be the media on neighborhood crips.
i keep my sitches at bay on on 55thhhh street.
I came up round deez parts, dodging caps as a school kid.
wat doesnt kill ya makes ya stronger, ya heard.
I thank god erry day for tha challenges that built me on god. we out here.
where ma wiggers at