Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem
Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum
Rack, rack city shit
Mum and dad dintnt like it
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
I care for you more than my mum
Now look: the change has come
Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick
And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Reputation is vital when you facin your rival
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget
Nigeria inspired the talk drum
I wouldn´t diss my own mum,
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