tell you all about it from mopeds to dope heads tell you all about it pops livin and still dead tell you all about it rag blue but bleed red tell you all about it tv done got us all tell you all about it ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha who that N word in that candy glow who that kid with no drive but at the park park you niggas tagging on walls we spray the cars uh nigga you that dude behind tape surrounding art uh try to jet i found my arch uh before we instagram we gram first the month uh before the gates on our block we in the front uh before i called you my friend we shot the ones uh stretched smoke in my blunt i need the funds uh look nigga i cut a wind deep warmbier like i waddnt with it my sat and grades was so high enough but i waddnt with it i couldn’t bring my doggs with me so i waddnt with it with the biscuit off the counter me and floyd get to dumpin not a drop of blood in us but can’t say we aint cousins was on the thizz all week i think im finally recovered now tell you bout it uh woah yo now tell you now tell you bout it how many tears i’m gon shed before i go uh the pigs been known as my heart been skippin i lost religion my nine ain’t perfect a star is born sometime a drive by i need it my baby momma paid the bills i ain’t have shit on the smoke the homies tell me i’m a burden but never threw me a rope left me hanging on the corner my whole life is my stash one more strike im with the lifers split the fifty in half i watched a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids we keep the cycle back n forth the demons smother our gifts they put percentages in front of us wouldnt give us a chance the only way we’ll see 30 lest we live in a can probably miss my moms funeral my daughter a HO cause the man of the house ain’t the man no mo and the bitch i called my girl she done found my dope i sit there in a deep depression till her post went ghost and i just sit and watch from hell as the pyro grow so long stuck behind the fire tryin to clown my flow i tell you bout it woah