Flow if a n****s flowing, i'm toasting to bitches posting, approaching with mixed emotions, i'm hoping to get you open...
East New York, Eighty-two, First pumas navy blue
First wife Kiesha Wilson with love, she was my baby boo
Crazy crew, paying dues, few of us made it thru
Fogged window, Ms.
Glady's, that was my favorite view
Hated school, never went, hookie was better spent
Right around the time the god rised, smoking dead presidents
Devilish ever since, seeking for hope, needing some form of nourishment
It's eighty-eight,
skin starting to radiate
Hit on my baby-face mama bear could see that I'm there
She finally gave
me space change of pace moving quicker
Consuming liquor, humping on some chicks pussy
Trying to undo her zipper
He's sick