Group Homes & Oddie Homies

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer] Getting high because being low ain't me The streets ain't gon lie A nigga ain't gon' blame me Throughout the years I been the same me Don't smoke plain trees (Naw) Exotica, stained jeans on the party bus Leaving with the scale, cheeba in the air The group homes taught me life wasn't fair Now they saying a nigga look like Hov That shit funny as fuck Catch a nigga getting scummy in trucks Spaghetti for brunch Come through a quarter pound of piff (Yeah) I wasn't around when they was doing all that clowning I'm downtown somewhere stunting, intelligent ignorance Legitimatе blemishes, I'm killing feelings, sentеnces The only time I'm leaning is in the whip (Skrt) All this rapper's bread its kind of hard for me to end this shit Catch a nigga out of state, that's only to get baked I coulda did that at home I just wanted to say that in a song [Verse 2: Tree] Fuck it I pulled my pants up, threw my hands up and I rushed him (Nigga) We throwing punches all you seen was flying dust and The older folks made us shake up and say its nothing (We good) Mighty [?] younger days in the oddie home Althought I'm grown I can still feel when I get home Back as a young un' young and dumbing with a pistol on him (Yup) And all you gotta do is say the right shit We might spit And although I was the youngest of them (Damn) Three older brothers, they made sure I didn't have no trouble (Thank God) I love you for it Stay up out a fool's way (Way) The [?] nigga came around with two Ks Who playing nigga (Bitch) You in the plans nigga We at your fam nigga We at your mans and that bitch off Instagram nigga What a shame Caught me when I was walking out My lawyer say that's all I'm allowed to talk about I moved up out my momma's house I got up off father couch