Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.
But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids
Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.
And that's how my story ends: my mom died
Nigga want beef we can take it outside
By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?
Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss
Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,
U got one more chance to repent to forget your sins and worship who died and persecuted for you
Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do
And i'd like to serenade you for every day you
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