I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
(what up dad?) do you remember breaking into our house?
Can't you see in breaking inside
Shotgun in the drop made a right
It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row
Breaking up with a friend is hard to do but there will be a hero
Less shitty whites bragging how there parents
On my mama nigga, i be gone for months
Breaking rules are for fools
When they hear me rocking the groove
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