Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse
So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots
Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse
Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse
That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose
Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,
Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Now concentrate until you get the juice
And for those who choose to abuse
We all call him a moose, cant do crap but abuse
Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose
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