I was raised in Porosviille
Also known as the battlefield
Influenced by Woodie to love the way
Scrapa blood feels
Barely old enough to graduate from elementary
The next stop the State penitentiary.
I hopped off the grey goose, hooked up
With Jesus, He laced me up with a shot
Of coffee, some sopas and state boots.
Putting it down on the main line,
Strugglin just to get by, never runnin from battle on 64s when we ride. Pulling up on 24s Cadillac ain't trippen I'm fresh out on parole for the gang task trippen. Tony B from the VCP keep that bloody rag dripping this is how I do it Tulare County straight gripping.
I'm in it to win it sucka you want it come ahs get it. CYA to the penitentiary homie And still with it.battle wounds ain't nothing new I got more than one or two. I've been mentally scared by all these struggles I've been through.
Since back in the day I Roll the streets of Porosviille ducking dodging the police pulling licks and stacking ****.
We were raised strait killers gangsters and drug dealers. That's how we do it I gives a fuck if you don't feel us.