Up on the Three Two Ave I wake up every morning tryna figure out how to start my day I go to the bathroom, then take me a piss Brush my teeth now it's time to parlé I call up B Money to open the crystal it's time to go jet so I skate (open the door nigga) I'm rolling and blousing and coughing these ounces, these money roll a whole 28 Took 8 grams Bumping 99' jams reminiscing on the town last week Talk about a cop cherry tops run a block In a baja saying the youngin' had heat Spur of the moment the youngin' was dumb as he dropped from a fatal attack On the 207 called 9-11, hit 15 bullets to his back Shit got whack Everybody really on that but you just got to embrace it Even on the tracks just like it's braces Murder got this Carol City unsolved cases Face it, you get wasted like it's GTA But this ain't no Grove Street and you ain't CJ Nigga
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