There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school
I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance
Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot
Cause id get back from school my niece covered in shit,
Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone
Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,
Those oats sowed being rewards reaped from nights i wrote in my spread
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Graduated from high school i'm still tryna fuck the faculty
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Wish to stop ma future from being a halloween
I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team
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