"19- 1970 Somethin'."

Yeah!
GGG-GGG! "ROTTEN APPLE"
YEAH!
Uh-huh! JULY!
Yeah!
Yeahh

1970 Somethin' – my momz and my popz met (yeah!)
Shit was different and I ain' even drop yet. (uh!)
Years past with a birth of a lil' star (yeah!)
A product of the weed and a bar. (whooo!) Whooooo!
Predicted a bad seed by far (uh-huh!)
Now the kids run up and see my car. (yeah!)
I can probably make it fly if I try
Blowin' the lye in the sky when I'm high till I die
In the ride with a .9 on my side
Let my tombstone read. – I try full of pride. (pride!)
I got a whole lotta dough to get (yeah!)
I am a roller shit! (yeah!) – Captain I control the ship. (uh!) Whooo!
A nigga flow like mine he stole this shit, (yeah!)
He sold a few records before he noticed it. (yeah!)
Ma, I can do this in my sleep (uh!)
I skip through the beat hand gripped on the heat. (damn!) SHIT!
I'm doin' all this for the niggas that passed
Ball out a tree everyday like it last
Cause bullets ain't got no names, jus' targets (yeah!)
They leave brains with stains on carpets. SHADY!
The drama gonna go down regardless
These niggas ready for the showdown they Heartless. (uh-huh!)
Uh – I murdered niggas from the intro
From the switch make the Six-Four Endo. DAMN! (whoo!)
Now it's 2006! (yeah!)
I got a brand new house in the cliffs
That's why I walk around in my slips
With a bitch! – I only keep her around for her lips

Yeah! REEF GOTTA!
"Rotten Apple"

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