You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper
I used to eat more than my actual hunger
Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem
Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,
Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put
Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look
Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck
To livin in a house with food my stomach
Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner
Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver
But it's my dad singing to the tune,
Let me say this the realest bitch in the room
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
Used all my money to buy a big house
When i used to play outside with my brother in september
And all that deep shit i was previously down for
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