Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short
I shed a tear for the pork i no longer poke with my fork,
Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind
I fuckin survive bitch i am alive you whore no ammunition i am surprised
I was no longer just a name on the role call,
A real life viking, shout out to st. paul
The bitch badder than any bitch that you name
My fear i can no longer contain
Now that am no longer b i g
I just want somebody i can see
And i was no longer able to hear my songs on the stereo
Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw
For fear is not a problem no longer,
Ay yo you wonder who i are
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
I no longer give a fuck, i'm saying fuck my reputation
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