My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,
A queer,a seer, whoever it is, prepare to have fear,
All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear
Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
My goal is going gold with out selling my soul
Not a dream looks like fear took it's toll.
Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys
I had a fear about one big choice
A blatant case of weighted hatred,
With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year
I can smell it from a mile talking bout your fear
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