Y’all Some Whores

[Intro]
I still say Tupac from Baltimore
I thank God from Baltimore
I hope when I move away
The whole world is like Baltimore

[Verse]
My car broke down, my girl had slid
She low on gas, I bought her more
Hit my mans, they lookin' for 'em
He had no time, I bought him more
My barber said, "Stop wearing hats"
Or I'm gonna be balder more
I swear the stress be hittin' hard
They packed me up, man
Y'all some whores
If you don't got this accent, speak this slang
Fuck is you talkin' for
I'm never slippin', I peep everything
And I seen it all before
My daddy told me, pain is a sensation
And hе was off the drugs
But I even livеd by that when
My momma said don't be talkin' to him
In proper context, it ain't too much I can fathom for
If it wasn't for 'em my momma wouldn't've stayed
In Baltimore

[Verse]
He laid that information on the Luck
When I was butterball
I think that's why when he was dying
I was able to talk 'em through it

[Outro]
When I die, tell God, "Send me to hell"
To sell some water for 'em
I'll bless whoever in the car
Like kids that live in Baltimore