Green Line - Princess Nokia

I’m back, I’m back, I’m back

Don’t know how to act

What I got is what you lack

I give it up, you hold back

Stuck with the slack, I go and stack my stacks

I’m back, I’m back, I’m back

Rolling up the pack, party sound wack

Think I have to pass, park, I’m smoking gas

Mom jean on my ass

Get the last laugh 'cause my name you’ll never drag

Miss me, boy, the best you ever had

Drawstring on my bag

Let the pants sag

Petty, never mad

Leave it in the past

If I dwell I’ma never have the life I worked hard for

The city to explore

The money come in more

Stuck in the crib, stuck in the crib

I’m a big little kid

I’m the bottle, the bib, the baby food lid

The nipple, the lid, and I did what I did

'Cause I live how I live

For $ 2.50 I could go anywhere I want

Even if they check my bags

I’m hiding weed from the cops

I was on the 6, green line chick

I was on the 6

Fuck with the kid, you don’t fuck with the kid

And I show ya my world and ya seen how I live

From the womb to the crib

And the crib to the school

And the school to the rave

And the rave to the games

Patsies for the eats

Casablancas for the meats

La Tropenzas for the bread

Went to Hajis got a philly cheese instead

Round the corner to Ollin 'cause you know I’m Mexican

Drink horchata with my peeps

Hug my auntie in the street

You could find me and jeff on the court

Playing ball, football, and track

And I still play them all even though that I’m wack

Pleasant Ave, Italianos, Glottis, and the Lucianos

Raos sitting on the corner, ever been inside

There’s a guy at the table, eats fazul as he cry

For $ 2.50 I could go anywhere I want

Even if they check my bags

I’m hiding weed from the cops

I was on the 6, green line chick

I was on the 6