[Frayser Boy talking] Frayser Boy Aye look I got some real shit on my mind man Sometimes man I just have to You know man, roll me a blunt Fill the tank up, and man just hit a dip or something Man you know what I'm sayin man Cuz man shit gettin hectic out here bro Know what I'm talkin bout? Aight Light ya blunts up When I was just a lil nigga on the block I had big dreams There was alot of real fellas mobbin with me Always felt God punished me alittle harder My momma held it down though I didn't have a father I was into greenbrier went to frayser high school Staying outta trouble yes I really really tried to Turned to the streets cause my momma couldn't teach me How to be a man the drug dealers had to reach me Peeped alotta things in the hood I lost alotta friends And gained alotta ends then lost them back again Never killed a man but I damn near tried to Get ya pack hide ya blunts cause then ya gotta ride through [Chorus: x4] Ridin, smokin, thinkin, hopin Ridin, smokin, thinkin, hopin Cuz I know it ain't easy If it wasn't for paul and juicy j fuckin with me tough I'd probably have a 9-5 shit be really rough But it ain't like that I'm in the music industry Fuckin with the rap game the past is just a memory I ain't never thought one that I'd make an album Gone on the Bay had then young niggaz wildin Had a nigga smilin it took alotta hard work To make it in the game didn't know where to start first Cuz these streets cold I can tell ya cause I know Now the only licks I'm hittin if a nigga book a show Wouldn't trade it for the world cause its real what I'm doin Love spittin this gangsta shit my dreams I'm pursuing [Chorus]
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Copy to Clipboard: [Frayser Boy talking] Frayser Boy Aye look I got some real shit on my mind man Sometimes man I just have to You know man, roll me a blunt Fill the tank up, and man just hit a dip or something Man you know what I'm sayin man Cuz man shit gettin hectic out here bro Know what I'm talkin bout? Aight Light ya blunts up When I was just a lil nigga on the block I had big dreams There was alot of real fellas mobbin with me Always felt God punished me alittle harder My momma held it down though I didn't have a father I was into greenbrier went to frayser high school Staying outta trouble yes I really really tried to Turned to the streets cause my momma couldn't teach me How to be a man the drug dealers had to reach me Peeped alotta things in the hood I lost alotta friends And gained alotta ends then lost them back again Never killed a man but I damn near tried to Get ya pack hide ya blunts cause then ya gotta ride through [Chorus: x4] Ridin, smokin, thinkin, hopin Ridin, smokin, thinkin, hopin Cuz I know it ain't easy If it wasn't for paul and juicy j fuckin with me tough I'd probably have a 9-5 shit be really rough But it ain't like that I'm in the music industry Fuckin with the rap game the past is just a memory I ain't never thought one that I'd make an album Gone on the Bay had then young niggaz wildin Had a nigga smilin it took alotta hard work To make it in the game didn't know where to start first Cuz these streets cold I can tell ya cause I know Now the only licks I'm hittin if a nigga book a show Wouldn't trade it for the world cause its real what I'm doin Love spittin this gangsta shit my dreams I'm pursuing [Chorus]
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