Now, nigga, it’s the prince
But i dont carry guns
Pop-pop, hit a mini mug
And i dont give a fuck
Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
I can teach you all the sounds of love
And i dont even wanna discuss
Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga
Grandpa. i remember grandpa. we turned his life support off like a camera.
It's a discussion board, not concussion support
Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short
Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face
But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays
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