David D.A. Doman - Green Line lyrics

[Verse 1:] I'm back, I'm back, I'm back Don't know how to act What I got is what you lack I give it up, you hold back Stuck with the slack, I go and stack my stacks I'm back, I'm back, I'm back Rolling up the pack, party sound wack Think I have to pa**, park, I'm smoking gas Mom jean on my a** Get the last laugh 'cause my name you'll never drag Miss me, boy, the best you ever had Drawstring on my bag Let the pants sag Petty, never mad Leave it in the past If I dwell I'ma never have the life I worked hard for The city to explore The money come in more Stuck in the crib, stuck in the crib I'm a big little kid I'm the bottle, the bib, the baby food lid The nipple, the lid, and I did what I did 'Cause I live how I live [Chorus:] For $2.50 I can go anywhere I want Even if they check my bags I'm hiding weed from the cops I was on the 6, green line chick I was on the 6 [x3] [Verse 2:] f** with the kid, you don't f** with the kid And I show ya my world and ya seen how I live From the womb to the crib And the crib to the school And the school to the rave And the rave to the games Patises for the eats Casablancas for the meats La Tropenzas for the bread Went to Hajis got a philly cheese instead Round the corner to Ollin 'cause you know I'm Mexican Drink horchata with my peeps Hug my auntie in the street You could find me and jeff on the court Playing ball, football, and track And I still play them all even though that I'm wack Pleasant Ave, Italianos, Glottis, and the Lucianos Raos sitting on the corner, ever been inside There's a guy at the table, eats fazul as he cry [Chorus:] For $2.50 I can go anywhere I want Even if they check my bags I'm hiding weed from the cops I was on the 6, green line chick I was on the 6 [x3]