I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
It can fit like 50 gallons fool
Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he
It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
So, 50 years from now, check what i became!
And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name
The science and the art, africa
50 cent said it best nigga
Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks
Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)
Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster
The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized
Jungle fever for the night
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