Live in a big house , shit they even own a chopper.
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Broke back brothers, you a faggot ass brother
It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for
We popping bottles, it don't stop
My brother need a new job
Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad
Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at
But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different
Then maybe have a couple babies live in a little house by the beach and
Than other people do in their entire house
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth
Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,
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