I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt
Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer
Death of my father is soon to be felt / how it is to be dealt ??/ is the
Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
Enough/ the courts are to blame / made me this insane/ death of my
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Of his death, such similarity
My uncle was a crip he taught me real well
Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell
And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.
To make karma come faster than she normally will
Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night
Cuz it was the death of big pun does anybody else see how my rap career might
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