Good Kids On Central

Papa be a rolling stone, pocket full stones Tryna find a little yellow bone, where I can lay my throne She ask me is it bigs or smalls, I say it's puffy combs She ask me what the f*ck you on, a better chick at home She sadiddy in a city, where it's 40 for a bone A hundred for the night, but might be itching in da morn City boys running shit, we up a hundred more Everybody round me got it, bout to go and get some more I'm trippin bout the paper, got to get ain't no fable These niggas telling stories, we living go check da stable My sister really like that, salute in the booth Watch shit get real ugly, when she suit up n boot I'm not tripping just enjoy the life you living Everybody talking foreign shit but never left da city I be tryna get it day and night, Ain't no cutting kiddies Only cutting kitty's Bust wide open I don't think they feel me But I know she feel me, ain't no theory Ugh put that on my motherfucking G Code Same niggas talking about me wouldn't shoot a free throw Fat boy, 20 chains, neck heavy, heave ho Beat your ass, you know the game and I don't need to keep score Negative, miss me with the rhetoric Told my girl don't call my girl, bitch I'm onto better shit Hid the dope in socks and lockers and with my partners Book bag no bag with books I ain't in college Grams in soda can, you know the plan Two stoves and double hands Pyrex pots, drop tops and rubber bands Flow cook some, come and get you some while the getting good Good and good riddance, bad advice will never get you good Flow heaven sent from Jesus he gave it personally Lord knows, we street coded, there's no decoding me It's hard to be both conscience and sneaker headed That's double edge shit You lose your soul when you gaining soles Say this goal then they move the poles That's life, just the way it goes Big chain with a bigger glow My favorite four all dead they slaughtered my goats Gawd damn, what more can a nigga say, nigga say less Chilling in the backyard shawty Ice on a nigga wrist big Glock 40 Moved to Atlanta, learned county grammar '07 Had the bald fade, born and raised like a ball player Swagger, Sylvia son sharp that's dagger Kick it like Daniel, karate kid and a vandal That's the yang and ying You know the play player know the game Do your thang, slang cane, or pickup a wage Pickup some clippers or pickup a mic That's how you get it on blade and they shinning right