And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one
The outline which you n****s out dated
All these little dreams you got, they're not shit
Bet i get like 8 of them
I care for you more than my mum
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick
If his bitch insist on getting sick
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/
A foster mum while they
And all of that was okay
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