He ain't even respect the name, he said whale
Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir
When i used to play outside with my brother in september
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
It used to get to me, to the old me
And come to find out my dad was in a different state
Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great
Thinking of bliss and the good days
I shot my dad in the face
But it's my dad singing to the tune,
Let me say this the realest bitch in the room
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner
My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
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