Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe
You tricked it, the blast, you got out with a spell cast
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
Everything was a fight, i was taking heavy fire
Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her
Blastin off like a rocket, add the fuel to the fire
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
You guys are making the innocent live in a dumpster fire
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
First off congratulations on the win
I fire lines with a wizadry ambition
Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees
Regular girl, celebrity dreams
And the food could have been finer
I got a blaze, no faint fire
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