I was 13, sippin' St. Ives
She looked like Kelly Williams
I had a chick out in Chilikin
She would let me fuckin' suck
her pussy for a little weed
we had some more dope to sell
Five dollar tapes though,
Mashed from the East Coast
Straight to the East Coast
She would start trippin' bitch,
If you ain't fuckin' on the period
Takin' weed across all them state lines
But I never smoke my own supply
How you elevatin' if you celebratin'?
Growin' 40 acres worth of weed,
In a nation tryna kill us,
I want my picket fence and
Sacrifice bein' cool so I
You trying to get some likes,
had no dad in the residence
Said I'm about to be a rapper,
No plan B to fall back on
On the corner with my music,
I was 21, sippin' St. Ives
That was seven years before I got signed,
but I never sold out to get mine
I did neato, never flipped a kilo,
like some chili cheese fritos
No tuxedo when I fi nally
and some jinkies and some chucks
So the streets understand me,
but you can count me down
man y 'all know how the story go
but to God is where the glory go
kinda hard to find St. Ives
So I might buy the franchise