Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home
When i got home all i heard was my mom moan and groan
Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb
To eat a half a cup of cinnamon i was inspired rap by my brother and eminem
None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,
I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have
I never had a family, except my gang and me
Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
I got out of the deep end and said to her that i was leaving
My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill
Beware your existence im a villian i know your feelin this dont sqeal lil
Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right
I was thinking about it so i stood there in a stare and my face went pail like
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