The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with
Spend time with me and you'll be gratified
I heard that statistic i almost cried
I'm not the only one with these memories
I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave
If they ain’t talking bout paper
The only time i flirt with her
But what about your daughter?
That don’t mean i’ma stunt her
What if you saw 'em take your father and rape ya daughter,
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Cant stand your whore daughter
Cause they be on their water
And the only word i can come up with god is why... why..
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
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