I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them
Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,
Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse
My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,
Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
I shot my dad in the face
Left brain, super 3, creator ace
Heystop running your mouth
Grow it in my red house
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,
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
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