Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Saying me failing school and dropping out is a surety
Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard
I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
Every verse is a bastard like who is the father
Everything i was once sure about was now skepticism and doubt
And who had renounced and prostrate, will soon be jailed in a prison called no way out
You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll
Tyler was a teenager and had no goal
You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan
You never had a father in ya life but you raised a man/
Out luck, rusted clutch, td has put you in a crutch.
And if that means that i'm askin for too much
There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
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