Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist
Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think
Getting head counting bread, at the same down time
Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts
Get more props than you've got in your whole life son
And last but not least please don't tell no one
Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker
Look, if i have another son, it's your brother
Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down
It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around
Than your son, whos been livin with you longer
Good love then i can do that for her
Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale
They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail
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