My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers
New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child
Doggy, i'm from the land of grind
And no bitch you're not with child,
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
My dad ask him if i'm a brainwashed child
Child support and welfare
U got all them drums in there
Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier
I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for
The child was holding her finger with a smile on his face...
The marathon of this game always changes in pace
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