I didn't give a fuck about his mother, brother, or daughter,
Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her
But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track
For everything i lost tell em i want it all back
But i dont care i spill my heart on tracks,and for my daughter id give up my last drop of blood
Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
Baby your my dream come true i really want
I'd rather have me no job than no heart
Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight
My daughter sees it, says her innocent words to escape,
And come to find out my momma havein another daughter
All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her
But i doubt youd ever want to go back to being dutch
When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch
I want to live my way
Take me away away
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