Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
Ya mother musta done some sick things to ya as a baby,
Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy
The ones always feeling fuckin crummy
Mother, o my mother
I'm gettin discouraged with her
Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
Everything i do.. i do it for the fame but im still the mother-fuckin same..
This mother fucker must be some gutter revolver
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain
Let's go make a fuckin' club hits for some monetary gain,
His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
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