Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag
Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad
Told me whats good and bad
She always comin back
With g's in my pocket
Mum and dad dintnt like it
Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
And not deprive me of my childhood,
Shout out bobby on hundreds
They say he's a dead dad and it's,
Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.
Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
Well its between you and dad
When that money calls i holla back
They calling me often to offer me walls
Dad and mom are getting a divorce
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