Your father sits in jail
Ain't recieved any mail
Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed
Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced
Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts
As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill
My sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survive
Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life
But rather than singing non praise the dude
I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,
Holder of my life belonged to my sister
Me & mom alone every dinner
Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail
See i'm ahead but you stay the snail
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