Back then i had nothing to wear
Mane It’s hot but i got on monclear
They talking bout thousands
I went and spent that on some hair
Me and goonie flooded the
We went and cop us some pounds
Sold it soon as we touchdown
Im kicking shit With Young Roe
Told joe We gone buss down dem bows
I gotta tired of being broke
Now I’m in a room full of Bows
Sending shots thru his post
Just by the way that u looking
Gushers forbidden fruit & Kookies
I’m fucking with ghost st Patrick
Goonie my brother i throw em alley
We getting green no salad
They coming like the Mavericks
Scrilla Genie Wass Happnening
Broken hearts So it’s still
I remember sleeping on pallets
They crying they asking for help
Aint shit promised but death
Til den a nigga don’t care
If u really loved me then Youn wouldn’t left
Loyalty now a days is rare
But you act like u was deaf