Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act
It's been years, but my brain doesn't rot so fast
Its been five years and here comes another
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass
Gray coupe, whip in momma's name
So, 50 years from now, check what i became!
That was my influence
I been waiting for 10 years
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response
And do i need to mention when
21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4
I'da ran away from home years ago,
Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low
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