A strong word called investment
Knees dug deep into the pavement
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
Loser fat weirdo freak i've been called a disgrace
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker
My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the
Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga
A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
By a gang called the police
Create life with the beats, alicia keys
It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..
Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short
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