Tax Free MAPHIA - Cowabunga Dude lyrics

(Talk) and it goes Verse1- Drugs in my household didn't put family business in the street my mouth closed parents always had a job I never went without clothes even though they might have been a couple seasons old Now its beastin mode keeping glow speak in code like I"m fresh from Cairo Dollars rising up like some high notes better find something you wanna die foe or die slow like a coward , my strains louder then a kwayaski with a growler In my Monte I'm a prowler Rest in Peace to my cuz I'm trying make you prouder You know times hard sh** wilder around my way these lil n***as sniff h**n powder hard to stay up around all these junkies on downers In our blood sweat and tears the govt drown us VH1 Bojangle clown us only drag queens holding crowns up I'm sick to my stomach I need medication that's why cigarillos getting separated like a family during a hurricane devastation from your bullsh** I'm segregated minus the Jim Crow You can always see me on all ten toes