I'm gettin discouraged with her
Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,
And 9 months later my son knb came out now hes 23 and older than me,
I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby
Now he calling me baby mama
Lucky seven probably poppa
Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring
Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,
Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son
Was calling me a retard
They don't hear my bark
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
Well well, yo it's just me and my son, we're all alone now.
I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,
I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one
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