My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams
For every niggers who died protesting through the streets
But five years from now i bet she see
I had nobody but my family,
Story of a young dreamer who was mistook n' then he died...
Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
The ones who wanted their family to have a little money
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
//who sell drugs to feed their family
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
Now every one cant wait and see, cuz the only ones who know me most are family
Suckas is talking like i ain't still around
I had to shut em out, then my dick died down.
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