Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,
So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
To livin in a house with food my stomach
Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room
But it's my dad singing to the tune,
And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail
Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good
Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put
The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet
And i could see you coming home after work late
And come to find out my dad was in a different state
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'
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