Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit
Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit
You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king
No affection for women obsessin bout correcting
I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit
And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that
Truck fit fuck that hilfiger
Poke out from behind her
Old me, always new me, changes, it ranges in insanity reality, me
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
You, you, you have to pay for that
But i know it wont fit
What up girl, tell me how you been
She wanted to fit in
Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find
I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind
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