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get this hipster cac appealin garbage out this thread![]()
Was actually a different thread before this shyt got merged b.
Also I ain't surprised you can't appreciate the realness in those tracks. You'd rather hear

Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we couldn't afford
The new Js and Tommy Hill in my drawers
Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
We wasn't thinking of getting money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz
Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
I also notice moms be locking doors when he around
But anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with us
My bike is missing, Grandma like to hide her check every month
My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups
Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
Moms used to tell me like, nikka, know who you dealing with
Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
Rat-Tone my nikka's brother showed me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like, hey
YAWK, YAWK, YAWK, YAWK! We like, damn, nikka
Then again, YAWK, YAWK! We like, damn, nikka
Hearing him say cuz turned us to a fan, nikka
Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page
Gangbanging was a ritual and Grandma would help
She should've never left her gun on the shelf
