More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
You can guess where my dad was
And come to find out my dad was in a different state
Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade
I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.
Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head
And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.
How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit
Spitting game since i was 12, my lyrics reflect it.
I care for you more than my mum
This is freaking awesome
Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail
Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
It's a dream i wanted since i was seven and been conquered
But knowin you through music is going to change the world
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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