

Prompt / Lyrics
I really miss my mad side homies And even tho we grown apart You'll always stay in my heart Thinking bout better days And the homies that have Gone away getting high hanging out behind winn Dixie mess with us end up 6 feet deep drinking faygo rolling a fat twistie Slip aiming but he missed me chilling at Fred's like a bunch of pot heads should of been working but we got high instead stealing batteries out of cars just to go out selling fake weed starting shit then we crash out starting fights in the street light walking collin home late cause he scared if night smoking weed out a coke can hiding play boys waiting on the weed man picking out the seeds and stem mad side for life I miss my homies I really miss my mad side homies Even tho we grown apart You'll always stay in my heart Thinking about the better days All the homies that have gone away throwing seed at each other and we miss grew a whole pot plant off of just piss riding around town in the back of a regal acting big time like nothing we do is legal rocking haystack back in the way back clocking bitches for the pay back talked alot of shit had to stay strapped dropping bombs like on Baghdad talk shit had to clap back mad side we really did that run up hear the click clack peel ya cap back drop ya snap back when ya fell back veteran of the penny wars so many drugs so many whores got my dick sucked to much I scream no more mad side pimping leaning still limping b.j keeps simping Jordan or Pippin bip bop bippin I really miss my mad side homies Even tho we grown apart You'll always stay in my heart Thinking bout the better days And all the homies that have Gone away chillin in rap city or in front of pips house then b.j moved in and he look like a bitch mouse walking round like he an o g but blow job could never be me getting mad hurt ya pussy start a world wide movement screaming fuck b.j they fucking lose it got a boo boo momma kiss it and soothes it fuck b.j I really miss my mad side homies Even tho we grown apart You'll always stay in my heart Thinking bout the better days All the homies that Gone way I really miss my mad side homies Even tho we grown apart You'll always stay in my heart Thinking bout the good ol' days Before all the homies went away But its still fuck b.j [Outro]
Tags
rap, hip hop, soul, r&b, west coast gangsta rap, male
3:29
No
11/13/2025