Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
Icouldnt let my dad go , so love for me was never exposed/
But look at my mother and father
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time
Always gonna be the first in my prime
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Started this shit cause my father could never get sober
Death of my father is soon to be felt / how it is to be dealt ??/ is the
Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga
I always get the blame, its always my name, i will never feel the same,
Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game
I wanna invite carl cuz hes my dad, he always has me feelin the opposite of sad,
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back
Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone
My mom and dad don't love me, never got along
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