That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom
To make karma come faster than she normally will
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
So you don't drown, when you decide to follow
The outline which you n****s out dated
No less profit, themed when we drop shit
This rapping is just a charm
So i thanks for my mom
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