Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,
To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag
Look inside my closet
Dad comes home skitzing shit
When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"
Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
Rack, rack city shit
Mum and dad dintnt like it
Like wheres erick at (dad?)
When that money calls i holla back
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