I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
I hated my father, for what he had done.
‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well
I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.
She's bad and she knows
Everyday i hate, i loath,
But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground
Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
Its the things that i hate
Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight
The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her
I rathered you than my father or mother
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