Short Paragraph of My Life

Richmond City
Soulful lil town you know, my soulful lil barrel of crabs
Check me out
Ayo I walked into the gas station clutching my nuts
Like what the fuck I need a dutch and a lighter habibi hurry it up
Then I strolled to the back and shit
I saw this lil nigga sagging his pants and shit
Stealing a bag of chips
I told him chill lil homie here’s a couple of bucks
If they catch you they’ll never let you go they want you locked up
He took my money and he still stole em
All I could do is laugh cause in the past
I went through the same motions
I grab my Arizona Mucho Mango
My homie pulled up in a new Durango
Got it from moving yayo
I said congrats homie you found your niche
And me I’m still chasin them riches
I was out to get since I was six
Speaking of six, it’s getting dark out
Let me pay for my shit and get back to the crib. Oh yeah
Let me a box of cigs, I know I really need to quit
I’mma finish after this pack, I said it time and time again
Then I exit the store and enter the car
Fire the dutch hoping for inspiration to fall
I’m talking real life shit cause that’s what niggas be on
Then I came up with the bars of this song
A little paragraph of my life