I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.
So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun
Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children
And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision
Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children
Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute
I was starving, didn't have money to buy food
Yeah bitch this date's done
As i christen your children
You find yourself thinking more about the children
I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one
But it was africa the continent we all came from
Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children
I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one
Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children
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