Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe
And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough
And now that i’m getting money
My father never talks to me
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
Lost ma mother and my brother
On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets
Life could not get any harder for me as my father he screams,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
He was my cousin and he was there for me
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
My father inspired me, he influenced me, he was the one who deserved my respect.
Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga
Stupid,idiotic and not alll there/cause my bars got u '' locked in'' you in for a
Then my brother started picking on me
Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money
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