So flee this beef children,
So now she picks up the gun
To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
I ain't got no cash to feed my ass, so i birdy sing
The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
#pitiful rappers attackin the masters, givin me reason to feed my murderous tendencies
Watch me open up my mouth so you can feed them to the furnace
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
Resort to robbin' to feed my family
Did the best i could, raised in insanity
We buy cars, y’all flip whips
I wanna feed my babys kids
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