| TG: |
Dis is Trey. Dis his crew. Dis my friend. What he do.
Sittin here, huggin da block and smoking weed.
Hands spinning on the clock, look at Trey, he never leaves.
Just sit day and day and day.
Do his time listen to his man's rhymes,
Tell him how to be a man—he listens out but ain't got no plan.
He only listen and never play, never think and never say.
What he wants or what he needs—
Just sit some more and smoke dat weed.
I wonder if he'll ever leave. |
