And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?
Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead
This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack
It's nice to know ya, aim and spark it at the white and the black,
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
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