(what up dad?) do you remember the birthdays you missed out?
And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout
Play this shit while you contemplate
That is what you will get for all of the hate
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
What’s done is done, and dunn you get what you got coming
Raised by a momma who, who
I hate it and i hate you,
You hate this damn, an attack drummed, off-#key, to no effects done.
Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision
Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble
I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble
You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust
And for the time being lets me in love with the moment
I thank you lord for everything that you have ever done,
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
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