Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.
Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat
Because only death can stop this cruel feeling of defeat.
She had a cruel past, it was brutal, she wasn't just harassed.
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand
I'm on the block as usual
My game is vicious and cruel
Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems
Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes
Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through
Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
But not right now,the world is cruel
Lady at the frank stand will
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