So i can finally say to mum
He been waiting for his connection to come
The last of a dying breed too many whack artists
Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks
His old man always did his mum the wrong way
And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day
And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that
Blows truth he has a wish to have the task fit
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
Puts up with mum and dads crap
Hit your block with a glock, blog that
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,
I care for you more than my mum
Something wicked this way come
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