"True Story"

1991 had a blast,had alot of fun.
A bitch suckin' my dick,makin' me cum.
What a lifestyle i had.
At society and the world,i stayed mad.
24 years later,ain't a damn thang changed.
Still actin' a damn fool,still insane in the brain.
Use ta have homiez that was down.
Those so called homiez are no longer around.
My motto back in the day,bitchez & hoez are like new clothes.
Ya sport'em then wish ya never bought'em.
I flip this shit around any way i see fit.
Whatever happenz,happenz,fuck a bitch.
Fuck this shit.
I use ta down 32's of O.E. like it wasn't shit.
Drunk as hell,clowned on many a stuck up bitch.
Told them hoez to give the duck sick real muthaphukkin quick.
That's just how my mentality was.
Not a care in the world,no big fuss.
Money came real easy to me.
Just as did some sweet pussy.
Had the fresh gear.
Nothing or no one did i fear.
With my rep,bastards stayed clear.
I admit i buried within me,the true me.
Later on i released who i really was,let the demons that made me.
Release me from being a f-a-k-e.
Brought me into reality.
Upon me came the sex & money.
Upon me also was that sweet smellin' w-e-e-d.
Ahh the sticky icky.
Alwayz went well when it came to get freaky deeky with the sexy ladies.
Fucked with a few skanks.
Never did i allow them the chance to gank.
Watched my bank real close.
Lifes lesson,alwayz watch them hoez real close.
Since i did idolize muthaphukkaz like Eazy-E.
Around the way muthaphukkaz nicknamed me muthaphukkin compton larry.
Damn did i hate that shit.
I wasn't from compton,i was from fla where a bitch iz a bitch and on the gainesville streets i was alwayz stompin'.
Either i was cruisin' or hangin'.
Made money sellin' goods,hell no i wasn't dope slangin.
More like other valuables to make endz meet.
Knowin' the right people is good in makin money off these streetz
And it sure as hell ain't no easy feat.
Ya had to be constantly on the go.
It's a must to get the big bank roll.
Now here i sit presently at another dead end job.
Barely makin' endz meet,still feelin' like a slob.
Low,so low self esteem.
For that one shot at death,i fiend.
Watched many a friend,many a loved one,leave this earth.
For them it was ashes to ashes and dirt to dirt.
Alwayz askin' god,why did they have to go first?
They wer positive,they had so much more than me to offer society
A lazy low life muthaphukkin piece of shit like myself haven't really accomplished shit in this life.
Just did alot of dirt,fucked many a bitch,went through a wife.
Tired of this fuckin' job.
Minimum wage fuckin' job.
Pain in my fuckin' back.
Wish i had many a lortab.
So sick of this shit.
So tired of this shit.
These muthaphukkaz make me sick.
Just a bunch of fuckin' slaves we are.
Never did i think i'd make it this far!!!!!!!