My childhood was full of bad memories
Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet
Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees
My childhood was full of bad memories
But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
I use bitches like fucking dirty rags
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.
That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes
Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t
Of the vhs especially during sex baby
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