Race is international my father isn't actual
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
I am my own father, i am my own brother,
I rathered you than my father or mother
Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.
Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale
I just pray for my father in jail.
Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate
All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit
Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective
The herald my world, satan will i hurl over a cliff
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