So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
You sell yourself for better jobs
Bitch got all them booty shots
No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids
We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets
You sell yourself for better jobs
Sb nike's, with the grey box
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
But i belive in abortions,
If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect
It's astrife in the end fend for yourself. send for help,
But, we must persevere, just believe in yourself
Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends
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