His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Uppity bitches, handling business
Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks
I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though
Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show
When will dad be home, mum? i don't know
Denim front been still kickin' ten zero
I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago
Just like patty kane, i represent b lo
A foster mum while they
What you want me to say
I wouldn´t diss my own mum,
Yo, turn me up some
These generations get jealous and proud, it's kane and able,
Every since then our whole city been horrible
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