He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.
My father was missing, war lord oliver north
Or crack pipes on the block, he don't care 'bout righting his wrongs,
I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
Before i thought high was cool and got high at school
Greatness comes at a high price with no reputation defamed
Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised
Or blaze a track up loud myself have to become a mc
But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric
We were drunk and high at the same time, so it's kinda hazy,
And the discography, somethin' you got to see
Look at me dawg, i keep on attendin' on my crack stunts//
My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents
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