Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
Toil and blunder of a young single mother
Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)
Monday through monday we be cashing checks
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk
I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around
My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
What a delight her single mother stands applauding
Guess who that girl was it was your mother
Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother
They say he the key to my blessings
A mother serving time in the years
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