I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it
Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Now it feels like i put my heart up for adoption
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
Now momma told me be careful who you love
Ill do what it takes, i got my ammunition, on my own, fuck permission,
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
When i used to play outside with my brother in september
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
Did i even have a plan? now it feels like my life's passed
Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her
I am my own father, i am my own brother,
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