(feat. Apple, Taco)



[First Verse: Tim Smooth]



I was brought up around repeat felons

Niggas who keep sellin' they dope

In your hood, no matter what the priest tell 'em

Reached eleven and then turned buck

Go to school and don't learn FUCK!

They only in there to earn bucks

And me, I'm that homie though, Mr. Romeo

Slick talkin' dicksman I'm hawkin' straight through a pony hoe

Over the years we become one

Cuz where I come from

Roll with the rollers or you get done young

One of our goals is never get caught short

All of us gettin' swole with hustles of some sort

My hustle is hoes, but my niggas are servin' fiends

Some of them murdering

None of them Burger Kings

Seems the dream of clean green done got ghost

I'm gonna rock a crowd while my niggas rock dope

And I hope, I never get smoked cuz of somebody  in my crew

But if I do, I do



[Chorus: Apple & Taco]



I...

Miss my niggas, them my niggas

I don't know why, but it be's that way



[x2]



[Second Verse: Tim Smooth]



Lately I be so loaded, I don't go around my Mama

Mind my brother with brains who can't stay away from drama

Time and time again I go to God askin' him to watch me

Stop me from bein' so cold or take my soul if somebody pop me

I'm not lookin' for trouble, I'm lookin' for love

Only find it in spots where they be, cookin' the drugs

And puttin' the bud in the air like chain smokers

Cuz it maintain focus enough to bust range rovers

Came close to death more times than Bugs Bunny

Barely spun, but, done slung a ton of drug money

I was bummy, now I'm in the crib of lavishness

My FIST full of green, my jeans is full of parenting



[Chorus]



[One minute, thirty seconds of talking from a live phone call]



[Chorus x0.5]