But they sold jello in the paint
But then dad told me i failed
Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/
Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip
Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high
Dad criticizes me every fucking day, why?
Call me godfather, i'm practically raps dad
Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad
Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready
Cause you're dead as a dad to me
Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad
If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back
If you turn me off bitch be prepared to be leaving
You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything
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