Moon Probe Lyrics

Time's flying and I'm not getting young
The best days of my life is late '91.
On the one as a juvenile, living wild,
Caught fall on the hill with them central blocks
Pitch game on point it's like the white socks
I'm a dog for life and I won't stop.
Put up ups, you hold it down off cliff
Got a gangster town, getting more witts.
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Life's a bitch, but imma fuck her or die
When it comes to beef I'm coming over board
I got grenades, shot guns and two knives,
The world is mine, that's how I feel inside
Spit bars so I can get my rampagne
You gotta love it, we're higher than a jet plane.
Fly as fuck, laced up in war gear
Q B tellin' on me, we're all here.
Sip beers, put fear in everyone,
I know I did shit that you'll never done.
Court jerks, rob stores and all that,
I'm not proud about it