My parents keep telling me
Walk that body, talk that body
Season opener, finna be there
Knowing that my parents do not care
Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again
Because of my depression i'll never be the same.
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
In my room thinking why are haters are hating
My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose
My asian immigrant parents had something to prove
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
My asian immigrant parents had something to prove
Now war missiles hand guns and grenades
Came back from parents evening, got my grades
Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking
Only way settle my depression with rapping
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