Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
When i was 9 years old i had my humble abode,
Left chicago with good money for 5 drops
See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims
Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
In my old school, with the naughty
She on media take out, but don't take out her kids
Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets
Don’t let me talk about the deal ones
Fixing old cracks from my life like paved pavements
10-year-old seeing his mother die is ripping my heart apart.
Want the title but im always fighting under card
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