By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school
I was called out and pulled out into a stage i wass a fool,
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
I wish a mother fucker would try me,
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Got beat by my mother because i told her a man touched me/
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
That's the way, you can move it baby
I wish a mother fucker would try me,
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