hop on my new song 'real street nigga'
i already wrote your verse cause i know you can't write
'Fresh outta Provo, Utah dats my city
Used to have burgers out in California but thats not ya business *beat rewinds/stops *
Look at the shit i did, my mama couldn't do shit with me
Pourin up DXM two literz lookin pretty,
Psychedelics thru the mail had me winnin the street lotto
Hearin politicians conversate when id eat tacos
2 years later man I'm shinin and I'm on now
scrapin up a resin ball, gettin some dome now
waitin on free drugs up in the mail so im home now
i kicked that fat bitch outttaaa my crib - im alone now *beat rewinds and stops *
more swag than you've known or could even imagine
my dad brings me that chili dip fresh of the platta
and he brought a lil nug, cuz hes smarter than sploos dad
he know he's gotta stay with these gifts, or else YOU mad
and by you i mean me, nigga ill throw a sploo tantrum
don't even think I'm past it, just a grown advanced cro magnon..
