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Screens falling from the sky (yeah)
Boys swangin' on those (uh-huh) low pro Vogues
We sunny side, for life (yeah)
Candy on my 'four, I'm so throwed

It feels good givin' back to the hood
I'm tryin' to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope fiends I woop
Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot

Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us would run
It was nine of us, they couldn't catch one

Good old days, I won't forget
While I write on this laptop in this jet
With the universal records president
And they say "Everything I do, I'm the first Mexican"

Ain't no love and ain't no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a Goddamn fool
I'm puttin' seventeen strip dancers all through school

Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those low pro Vogues
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my 'four, I'm so throwed

And you can find me in a parkin' lot
Parkin' a drop, hop in the X-five
That's my SUV (uh-uh) yes, ma
Next time I pull up and some of that old crazy shit

I will roll down my windows and got seven inches for the radius
Maybe, it's the attention I'm gettin' when they're spinnin'
Or maybe, it's just a liquor I'm sippin', and got me feelin' like
I can't be taken lightly, 'cause I've been poppin' pills, so you ain't gon' like me

I might be distributing llello, I put you on my payroll
Supply you with a bird, but you don't move it 'til I say so
I make sure you don't take no, money out from under me
'Cause I'm the type of player that's gonna run up in your company

Don't trust me, 'cause ain't never sober
Usually I'm gone off for that pink or purple soda
You better move over, I'm not far from vomiting
Los and Coast's the sippers 'til they die, it ain't no stoppin' 'em

Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those low pro Vogues
We sunny side for life
Candy on my 'four, I'm so throwed

I don't give a fuck, 'cause we some hustler
Friends we once was, now, I once blood
Scratchin' on my six, that's somethin' that a bitch'll do
I'll bet you squat down every time you piss out brew

Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo
While we bang screwed Erykah Badu
Knock-knock, pop trunk on the boulevards
How the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?

Once again, S-P Mane true killer
Fuck talkin', bitch, show me what it do nigga
Representer bow before you enter
There's a reward for a man that can find my temper

Sick and tired of you jealous-ass bitches
Send you to hell and you can call me long distance
Don't run your mouth homeboy, you ain't deep enough
Get on your phone and go and call some more people up

Screens falling from the sky
Boys swangin' on those low pro Vogues
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my 'four, I'm so throwed