PARAGRAPH OF MY LIFE

[Intro]
Ah, Richmond City
Soulful lil' town
Chocolate milk
You know, my soulful lil' barrel of crabs
Check me out

[Verse]
Ayo, I walked into
The gas station, clutching my nuts, like, "What the fuck
II need a dutch and a lighter, Habibi, hurry it up"
Then I strolled to the back and shit, I saw this lil' nigga
Saggin' his pants and shit—stealin' 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 movin' 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 get 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