Raising a kid on your own
Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone
Resin sharing with a dick kid
The nerve i never hated
Of a kid with no exuberance
Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns
By a crackhead named june
I'm not moving like a cartoon
But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel
All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle
Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn
Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,
Have a kid, have disease
Trap our young black seeds
And you believe when a rapper wan' be one
Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan
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