First Off

I came out my moma hella yellow like a jelly bean
Jaundice, with a promise to raise hell and drama
Scraping on the reggy cause I couldn't take dishonor
I cried forever like my eyes were hot poblano
Ive seen the crash of existence in my homies eye
Watched people die slowly inside
Its really not the mime thats trapped in a box
Its the mind of the mime thats really taking the loss
Felt my whole life flash within an instant
The closest people die and grow so distant
Finna go ballistic in an instant
Trust I love to see my people be artistic
My blunt sits sideways
From Centretown to Somerset
Where I'm living
The siren is the rhythm
Screaming of the demons
Coming out the crack fiend
Sellin Jesus by the corner of Preston
Crack baby deposited on the steps then
A day later found the young mom in a wreck man
Steps and more steps you'll see orange tips
Caps off the needles just lettin the drug drip

Same side of the walk where the kids skip
Bottle after bottle at the store for a quick fix
As it tightens around his neck
He's ready take a step
Been down but I battle with snake heads
Scrappin as a youngin got me feeling like a muffin now
So long, I hope I don't wrong you
Wanna get to money of all sorts and calmly

Sit back and toke
With big bags of dope
My queens showered in gold ropes
I won't just
Waste time
I'm aching to get mine
But caking just ain't flying
I'm making my own lane
Where I smoke in the civic cricket
Whippin it up at work to pump digits
Cop sess deposit and clock cheques
Lets climb together whatever its gon take
If you know you know
They call me pizzle for short
I got some Kims to catch
You got some blow to snort
I got some friends in the mud, did I all that I could
But life takes souls when its over its over and done
Roll another blunt tear drops hit the casket
Close the book
Whos gunna light the matches
Serenade a sentence
Develop the essence
I take a deep breath
As I enter every lesson

Same side of the walk where the kids skip
Bottle after bottle at the store for a quick fix
The Rope tight round his neck
He's ready take a step
Been down but I battle with snake heads
Scrappin as a youngin got me feeling like a muffin now
So long, I hope I don't wrong you
Wanna get to money of all sorts and calmly



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Tirrell
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