to Jesus and you're on the floor and you they ignore ball and chain ball and chain who's your ball and chain what's your ball and chain are you as able
the Grey Goose and some damn lemonade Sittin' on the block, wise hoppin' it ain't nothin' I'm a Trappa Town rapper, still got the hood bumpin' Been through hell and back and
have to skate vert to find your heaven on this earth You could skate a parking lot and see it all for what it's worth Heelflip - 12 stairs, and still
[Chorus: x2] 50 bird stat 50 purp bags O u a snitchin nigga(pussy) Well gone and tell dat(pussy) My niggas mail dat I'm bustin out da boxs I'm workin
ya kids Cripled individuals, with critical errors Grab a hand for the evil, then vert it to right And triple darkness, I got to bring fourth the light Sweat the architecht, and
niggas gon hate me I got a good heart, and a good brain You heard my gangsta story, my life was off the chain My momma flipped the cane, and pop was up
: [Chorus: x2] 50 bird stat 50 purp bags O u a snitchin nigga(pussy) Well gone and tell dat(pussy) My niggas mail dat I'm bustin out da boxs I'm workin
