Stogie Loggy - Baby Gap

Hybrid Theroy, Linkin park playing in the deck
His parents getting divorced, so of course he’s upset
He hides behind a smile cause he’s waiting for what’s next
The intuition of his future’s like a feeling in chest
He feels it that he’s special, but there’s bullshit on the way
Started going to middle school & started puffing haze
Saving up his lunch money, just to get a fifth
They hit Schneider’s, buy the potters & a bottled Sunkist
Only 13, he was hanging with the grown folks
They taught him how to drink & they taught him how to rope the doe
You flip the dope, spend a little & let the rest stack
He sold his first sack & he ain’t never look back
He fucked his first bitch, so on his mind is pussy
Money, weed & a few new drug remedies
He would umpire little league to make a quick buck
Then flip it to a jar, hit the party, make it jump
Walked inside the party & his homies dapped him up
He told em I got press, if need you some, hit me up
Kept 20, bagged 80 & he sold em all down
He was looking for his homie
Homie stomping someone out
Only 15 with captain Morgan in his cup
No goals, no school, his priorities all fucked
If someone pipe his bitch, he wouln’t give a fuck
He just wants to break even
So he can go re up
Yuh


This another story of an Oceanside kid
That grew up drinking fifths & no one can tell him shit (tell em shit)
Hit the plug, grab the zip
Hit the party, serve the hits (ya)
Quick to make a play
& he quick to mack a bitch (mack a bitch)

This another story of an Oceanside kid
That grew up drinking fifths & no one can tell him shit (tell em shit)
Hit the plug, grab the zip
Hit the party, serve the hits (ya)
Quick to make a play
& he quick to mack a bitch (mack a bitch)


Now he’s 16,
Sleeping on his grandma’s couch
Recording in the closet
Aiming for that 16 ounce
All he do is party
Its getting hard to touch a pound
Fake friends turned they back
They rather burn some bridges down
Festival hitting
Carefree living
19, an open case
A mistake, self given
Couple close calls with his PO
He finally learned his lesson
He was looking at this life through a peephole
Went & picked the key hole
& got out up the game
Tatted on his skin
Baptized in acid rain
Lost a couple bitches
But those bitches brought him pain
Lost a couple homies
But he won’t forget their names
Now he’s 24
Future brighter than before
Give him 4 years more
He’ll be flying, doing tours
Of course, he knows what happens if he fails, & fucks up
It’s back to yola sales,
With the baggies & the scales
Ya


This another story of an Oceanside kid
That grew up drinking fifths & no one can tell him shit (tell em shit)
Hit the plug, grab the zip
Hit the party, serve the hits (ya)
Quick to make a play
& he quick to mack a bitch (mack a bitch)

This another story of an Oceanside kid
That grew up drinking fifths & no one can tell him shit (tell em shit)
Hit the plug, grab the zip
Hit the party, serve the hits (ya)
Quick to make a play
& he quick to mack a bitch (mack a bitch)

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