alrite pplz heres a lil sumthin sumthin...u kinda gotta force 'deported' and 'supporta' to rhyme but its close enuff


homie I think god done forgot about me
on TV all i see is war and poverty
hatas just wanna bury me
bitches just aint feelin me
honestly would a good god really let this be
aint nothin ever came for free
learned jack moves and gankd foos see
notta lotta homies made it to the end with me
wat if i woulda found me a hunnie
a baby my own to call habibi
slowed down and had a family
woulda never had no needs
neighborhood streets
lined with palm trees
no joke
just vanished dreams locc

ne wayz first ima start on bitches
cuz all they want is riches nothin but snitches leavin us caught up with stitches -if not layin in ditches -
thats wat u call switches, fuck them bitches
bouncin out when times get hard or your locked in tha pen
they never stay till tha end, visit once and never agen
and just when u thought u had a true supporta...
u get outta jail but your hynaz been deported

for those hatas soy firme so fear me
we young vatos locos never found solo
ur a cholo flaco so step on down bro
im pretty blowed and my gun is loaded
ill regret it but ull be wetted
trynna stay humble but u wanna rumble
would really rather be high
thinkin i could fly like a kite
but if it comes to you or me or the family...
then pop nigga die