But his mom came and told him "i made ya.
Used to call me the african don dada
Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
You having the family you're gonnawannalove them and not let them down..
Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town
Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag
True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad
So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours
Dad and mom are getting a divorce
The dude had a mom and a dad just like i had
And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that
But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first
Let me mom know i got in a fight and guns were dispersed
Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch
After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch
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