So please, i'm begging you, hear me out/
Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought
Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime
You never stood up for me, when they would smudge my shine
You never heard of me but for sure i can murder beats/
But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans
You can hear me now or
They fiend in the door
When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
We hustle to survive
Never ever will you hear lies
Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom
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