“Parsa’s Activity”

2:00 B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E La-da-di-da, singing my life away Used to siphon gas, lurking through garbage cans Felt like a possum, neighborhood robbing, nobody around me, stop I eat, we eat, baby, yeah, big toast, put it all on me, baby, know what I want Everything in the zone, I don't go to the mall, never leave my crib Only wash my balls when your bitch come through I get respect 'cause I pay my dues I'm breaking my neck if I'm aiming at you .45, MAC-11s, and an AR too Sick of this fuck boy looking at me 'cause none of these hoes are looking at you Yeah, break out my coffin, I'm feeling like Uma Who would've thought I would get all this moola? Stacking my bread, I'm feeling like Gucci 007 in an all-white hoopty Baby Bone and Token Two silhouettes coming out the smoke and chain smoking I'm a Florida boy, no West Coasting I'm a Florida boy til I'm croaking