Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music
Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig
My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,
Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse
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,
But it's my dad singing to the tune,
Turn a good vagina into a typhoon
And come to find out my dad was in a different state
They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate
Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them
Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
It used to get to me, to the old me
Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale
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