Come and talk to me, You know the call is free, To me it feels like such a long, long time, I saw the magazine, You looked seventeen, It makes me feel
Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it Bouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it? I'm a made man, I wear J's and I been around more
stay with them, guide them on they way, But damn a nigga been a lost fate. It hurts on the usual, The only time you catch me up at church is a funeral
