From the womb, my newborn child
His thoughts disorganized
Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days
His conscience can take him to his grave
His only escape for his fuckin pops split,
Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit
Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his
Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes
Daddy gotta go after that and get his
And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Pull his hat off hijack his sled
I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same
On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,
And i'm a just take another guess
You said i was your little princess
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