And i tell them that its the streets that raised me
So please understand that growing up was a little bit crazy
Kept getting hazy instead of learning in school
I was with the fools always fightin' while listening to A Zee
Its me who made me love listening to O'Jays
That old school music with a Zoot and some OJ
I'm focused on my future i ain't worried bout them old plays
I'll be balling like ive got air when ive got on my Jays
f** these old problems they was so yesterday
I can't see the haters cos ive got on my Oakleys
Before i hit that p**y we be doing foreplay
Tryna move these pac's till my stacks are Biggie
And know my style is tru like GK
Your mad cos your b**h got my shut on replay
But little did you know my dicks in her mouth when we play
Your girls a thot i know you didn't anticipate
On the block getting chops like im Rozay
Feel like an outcast like my name is Andre
I'm high out my head i think that i am MJ
When i get to writing i leave my pen in a state
I make sure you hear every word that I say
I do it my way when i k** these Beats
Cos i dont play
But just know one day it will be beautiful
I might make music like im the Pharcyde
And blare my music why I'm on a car ride
Like u dont want this to be over
Sat down reminisced why listening to Stankonia
Pictured having s** on that girls waterbed
Thats lived on the edge of Portishead
The rap Marauders
Better lock away your daughter
Watch this b**h freak out while I'm smoking on the skunk
Take her to the backroom and tell her get out them C cups
Then she see's my dick and wants to f**
But i ain't thinking of us marryin'
Flows cold like them winters
Been weeks on ends ill be grinding for a dinner
Tired of the rumbling that my stomach makes
So ive gotta go a d grind for everything
So getting rid of bricks like Tetris
This new K can give you a haircut
b**h dont make us get the drums out
Wishing that the bullets dont come out
Its F-E L T-Z
Tryna get B.I.G. and i dont mean grow up
Tryna dodge a witness i. the whip while listening to Hova
One day ill find a way to make beautiful music
The sort that got me to f** your sis
Plus your chicks up on my dick i know this
Tryna find a loyal chick to shotgun this two-door whip
Tryna find a loyal chick thats the Sweetest Thing
Tryna find an angel with the prettiest wings
But when its drama she can play Dirty
Got myself a ride or die Birdie
Hi there got a idea beat it repeat it
Cos girl you've got one thing that ive needed
I'm sorry i was addicted at a young age
Now she keeps asking for the subway
Dont come round here acting confused
On the strip turning bricks into Cube's
Cos they love my packs dearly
I dont need to paint a picture i explain it clearly
Keep going up every second i dont need a lift
Maybe one day i can make Beautiful Music