Screens Falling

Screens Falling from the sky
 Boys swing in all those
 Lil' throwed folks
 We sunny side for life
 Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed.
 It feel good givin' back to the hood
 I'm tryin' to make up for all the dope I cook
 & for all the dope fiends I woop.
 Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
 Surrounded by crackheads. I would wonder?
 Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
 Cops would come, all of us would run
 There was 9 of us, they couldn't catch one
 Good old days, I won't forget
 While I write on this laptop in this jet
 With the Universal Records President
 & they say everything I do
 I'm the first mexican
 Ain't no love & ain't no peace, bro
 My 12 gauge shotty make your chest look like a pizza
 Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
 I'm puttin' 17 strip dancers all through school.
 Screens Falling from the sky
 Boys swing in all those
 Lil' throwed folks
 We sunny side for life
 Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed.
 & you can find me in a parkin' lot
 Parkin' a drop, hop in the X5
 That's my SUV, yes my
 Next time I pull up &
 Some of that old crazy shit
 I will roll down my windows & got
 7 inches for the radius
 Maybe it's the attention that I'm gettin'
 When they spinnin' or maybe
 It's just the liquor that I'm sippin'
 & got me feelin' like I can't be taken lightly
 Cause I been poppin' pills
 So you ain't gon' like me
 I might be distributin' llello
 Put you on my payroll
 Supply you with a bird
 But you don't move it 'til I say so
 Make sure you don't take
 No money out from under me
 'Cause I'm the type of player
 That's gonna run up in your company
 Don't trust me 'cause I never sober
 Usually I'm gone off for that
 Pink or Purple soda
 You better move over
 I'm not far from vomitin'
 Los & Coast's the shit
 But still that diet ain't no stoppin' him.
 Screens Falling from the sky
 Boys swing in all those
 Lil' throwed folks
 We sunny side for life
 Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed.
 I don't give a fuck 'cause
 We some hustlaz, friends we once was
 Now I once blood, scratchin' on my 6
 That's somethin' that a bitch'll do
 I'll bet you squat down everytime you piss out brew
 Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo
 While we bang Screw, Erykah Badu
 Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde.
 How the fuck you gon' act like your pussy's hard?
 Once again, S.P. Man, true killer
 Fuck talkin' bitch, show me what to do nigga
 Representer, bow before you enter
 There's a reward for the man that can find my temper
 Sick & tired of you jealous ass bitches.
 Send you to hell & you can call me long distance
 Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you ain't deep enough
 Get on your phone & go & call some more people up.
 Screens Falling from the sky
 Boys swing in all those
 Lil' throwed folks
 We sunny side for life
 Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed.