Sit and listen, i ain't got a pot to piss in.
Athlete mentality so fuck my competition
They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block
Motherfucker ill mince you and your crew into a stew and put it in my pot
If i sent my dad letters
Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers
With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck
You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,
We use to eat brownies and play mario cart,
Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark
The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies
Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams
And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market
Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/
I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems
No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,
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