[First Verse: Tim Smooth]

I was brought up around repeat felons

^!$$%s 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 !#@*!
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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s, them my ^!$$%s

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]