To livin in a house with food my stomach
But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli
My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
But it's my dad singing to the tune,
And her smile lit up the room
My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house
Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse
Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade
And come to find out my dad was in a different state
If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen
Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,
Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and
An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand
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