All of my sons searching for their mommy now.
Will somebody please show me how
All because i don't run around for my own sake
Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape
When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep
Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/
Paid for all my tickets, cops begin to drop some charge
Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch
Forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my
Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
Usually turn out to be the fakest ones
For all you that say my grammar sucks
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.
I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city
Just wasnt for me/ all i needed was a hug from my mother/ she
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