That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
Listen to your life biography, listen to all you did wrong/
Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone
Sometimes i smile and act like nothing is wrong,
I make forty-some dollars a day
His old man always did his mum the wrong way
Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone
If you want, i can make them see all that you did wrong.
And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you
After i kill you like hitler did to every jew
Cuz when your rapping nothing can go wrong
And i can see us after school, we'd bomb
See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat
I'm not saying pops did nothing, cause without a dad you're incomplete.
Most people hear me rap thinking i'm black nothing wrong with that
Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back
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