R.I.P. Mac Dre

It's all good in the hood, I was born as a thug
Care cup empty, I don't give a fuck
Lady Luck and Life love to fuck me
But I won't grovel to their feet like a puppy
Matter of fact, they don't even know me
Told both hoes they're straight fugly
Fat gingivitis bitch can't even blow me
Human-shaped, decent-faced bitches on this only

Finna come thru a real nigga 'til the day I die
Doing everything I can just to see my piece of pie
Another day, another week, endless tedium They do it big, I do it medium.
So little time, so much to do, so much to smoke
No restart button, no room to choke
In this life, I'm rich in spirit
'Cause my bank account is always on zero



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Writer(s): Steve Teslik
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