Or let the mob handle that
But my dad didnt make it
And sometimes, even though it shows my softer side,
Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night
Then dad payed off my bail
Ain't recieved any mail
You know...you know who you are
That just shows my god is bigger
Thats what my dad was doing
I was born to do the damn thing
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Fu* my real dad he was never in my life
Thought you would never let me down, dad?
I just wanna be higher than that
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
End it here before i'm famous and my papa shows up
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