And come to find out my dad was in a different state
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli
Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig
Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
I used to eat more than my actual hunger
Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean
Miami nights, it was all a dream
It used to get to me, to the old me
Now i can draw your face up pretty
Grow it in my red house
From the projects to the penthouse
Secrets r hidden within the clouds
Used all my money to buy a big house
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