Short Paragraph Of My Life

(الألبوم: Three Sided Tape Volume Two - 2013)

Richmond City
Soulful lil' town, you know; my soulful lil' barrel of crabs
Check me out

Ayo, I walked into
The gas station, clutching my nuts, like, "What the fuck
II need a dutch and a lighter, Habibi, hurry it up"
Then I strolled to the back and shit, I saw this lil' nigga
Sagging his pants and shit-stealing a bag of chips
I told him, "Chill, lil' homie-here's a couple of bucks
If they catch you, they'll never let you go, they want you locked up"
He took my money and he still stole 'em
All I could do is laugh 'cause in the past, I went through the same motions
I grab my Arizona Mucho Mango
My homie pulled up in a new Durango-got it from moving yayo
I said congrats homie you found your niche
And me, I'm still chasing them riches I was out to get since I was six
Speaking of six, it's getting dark out-let me pay for my shit
And get back to the crib-oh, yeah;
Let me get a box of cigs, I know, I really need to quit
I'mma finish after this pack, I said it time and time again, then I
Exit the store and enter the car
Fire the dutch, hoping for inspiration to fall
I'm talking real life shit 'cause that's what niggas be on
Then I came up with the bars of this song
A little paragraph of my life