Ross’ Lyrics
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Call your boy a C.O., but if I really was
When all these ni**s undercover fuckin’ niggas up?
Keep it Trilla – ni**a, never had a gun and badge!
Kept a nice watch, smokin’ on a hundred sacks
Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin’ school I saw my friend stabbed with an icepick
Young ni**a, fifteen with three seeds
From that very day, I carried on the three C’s
Can’t criticize ni**as tryin’ to get jobs
Better get smart – young brother, live yours!
Only live once and I got two kids
And for me to feed them, I’d get two gigs!
I’d shovel sh*t, I’d C.O
So we can bow our head and pray over the meatloaf
I’m looking at the big picture
Keep a bi**h wit’cha, tryin’ to get a bit richer
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