Its un… Its unbelievable
The story… Of my life
Self-hate in my veins while she twisting up my braids
I dont gotta say a thing cause she know where I remain
I got memories for days, full of faces with no names
Image stained in my brain of me smoking in the rain
On the porch, fuck a Porsche, we aint never leaving town
Fuck a job, fuck a gown, we aint never leaving Howell
But a lot of things changed since CCD
I used to sleep in the house off D-19
Now its funny cause kids want to be like me
Cause I know they wouldnt like me if they really knew me
Im making money, but whats it mean?
I think its funny, cause all I think
Is how great life seemed when we were broke
No money, no food, no weed to smoke
But the money here now and we got the dope
And we always eat but I feel alone
And the strange thing is
Theres not a sad face to be found
Everyone is just so glad to see you
And send you off right