Seasoned
Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter

I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster

Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars

Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars

Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer

Just ah pillow sack

and ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat

Will I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cent

Y'allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent

Sleepless nights, alligator tears

Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers

911 Mr.Po, Po dey ain't happy wit day marriage

Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage

My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days

She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids

I told her I love her but you know what she said to me

Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family

You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family

That's real