Gotdamn, that bitch lit She said, "I don't smoke, I don't sip I do blow and that's it" Do a couple drugs, have a ting slide She gon' bust it open, let me inside If I was normal, woulda been died Fight night next to Puff, sitting ringside Yeah, and this

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair