Dos Hobos, Dos, Dos Hobos, Dos Hobos, Dos, Dos Hobos

Dos Hobos, Dos, Dos Hobos, Dos Hobos, Dos, Dos Hobos

Dos Hobos, Dos, Dos Hobos, Dos Hobos, Dos, Dos Hobos

Dos Hobos, Dos, Dos Hobos, Dos Hobos, Dos, Dos Hobos

If you see a couple of old men in the alley with some weed and a brown bag

Just know we gave the whole world everything we had

Been to many places from the gutter to the penthouse

Remember when the people use to love us then it went south

First class seats, hot towel to the face, sitting out on Fenway right behind home plate

Now I'm standing on the block with a bluetooth speaker

Can't admit I was a flop and my partner can't either

We just have blown yet, just haven't got on yet

You know we keep it fresh, these people, they must be tone def

Me and Esau in the streets all day all night, on the mic, keep the beats on play

In a cardboard box in the back of Sam Ash, just the other day I pulled a mic from the trash

But for real, it's a euphemism, how we feel

'Cause the people will ignore you if you really keep it real, damn

Yep I can see it, what can I say I can give you my thoughts on what to obey

You can be born free or a modern day slave If you choose wrong path they can take it away

Cause everybody wants to be the next rap star and Everybody wants to push the hottest new car

Everybody thinks that they gonna go far But everybody's fort isn't built for the war

You set yourself up but you get let down fantasize your life about wearing the crown

The life of fame is the life of a Clown with no passport you can't be world renowned

I don't have style Kendrick Lamar flow or clever words and lyrics like Jermaine Cole but I have a lot of heart and a little bit of soul and in special olympics I'm guaranteed gold