And come to find out my dad was in a different state
Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate
Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck
To livin in a house with food my stomach
And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange
And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house
It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.
It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale
Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
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