Posted at the Flop House for this one. Yeah… Check it… CHORUS Livin in a flop house Junkies noddin’ on the couch. Naw this aint a trap house No crack house, I black out. I pawn’d my moms jewlery, Keepin away from police. Thirty people livin here, I’ll kill ‘em man I don’t care. CHORUS [X2] Ya here me commin’ Stompin’ like im beast mode Signs thowed up, This is fuckin east side, bro. I pick apart the cali trees, then call it greenery. Smokin loud, im flippin scripts The realist shit, since ‘93 So what I pick? A stupid ho to suck my dick? A bitch to hug an kiss? Sadly, for me, its always hit and miss. My friends are convicts. Of course the girls are thick. Covict me of the crime, If you can, but it wont stick. Dirty needles in the trash can, No runnin water. My mouth is dry like an afgan, House full of squatters Broken windows Where I saught my refuge. Roof is full of leaks, But its free for my friends and me. A flop house is a drug spot. Dont get caught. Shootin tar, watchin a TV With no screen. Who gives a fuck, if its winter cold. We’re to high to even feel it Time pass out on my bedroll. CHORUS [X2] This one’s for my LAGs The drug traffic. This ones for my alcoholics, And drug addicts. Go ahead bump yay if it feels okay. But don’t come cryin to me, When your life is in dissaray. I place no blame, my spot is well deserved. Fucked a lot of people over, immature but growing older. My words are bolder. I guess I found my voice. So choice its time to make, The flop house or get sober. To you it seems easy, Retorical decision. But to me its unclear, Thoughts, they lack percision. I must bust a mission To the liquor store. Pack of marlboro blacks, Cancer causin, that’s a fact. I lean back. Focus, now my thoughts exact. Mind keeps racing, Fast pacin, craving smack. Fuckit I got nothin to lose. Move out of the flop. I hope i dont see it too soon. CHORUS [X2]