Got racks, ain’t talking tits
Stories we were told as kids
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Now in that better life kids and wife don't always have to be implemented,
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,
No body knows about your life 'n you and kids don't know about the fight in you,
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets
And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids
The kris kringle of rap servin little kids
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
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