yo this drug shit i was born in to it//
my pops was a drug lord i was born to do it//
on the block where i was put on to use it//
and if it wasnt for that id probably lose it//
young tips is the name nigga dont confuse it//
connect to feinds out and he turned around and used it//
you rhyme soft//
i grind off//
i was grown with crooks and crime boss//
with my mins loss...stuck in space//
probably do time for traff-ic-ing//
on the block same shit different day makeing stacks again//
glanceing back//
im grown aint no hands attached//
got the TAN boots on with the GRAMS to MATCH//
and i pray but no body answers back//
fuck it//
i stay after the duckets//
dress rugged//
still roll in a bucket//
bean town my starvin grounds//
i used to take chicks out i just dawg em now//
street life nigga gotta obey the rules//
where niggas get killed but never make the news//

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hey yo im known to play it low//
dont confuse me with these cornballs on the radio//


ima true hustlah you couldnt fit in my shoes//
my pager buzz to much man my hips are bruised//

faMBa$e Bitch ass niggas Bean Town thats how im doing it....enjoy life make money.....death b4 dishonor
trust no body that aint your fam and fuck that you cant even trust them some times i cant even trust myself lil niggas.....1