Baby i’mma mess, mess
Kids giving their parents bad stress
Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
So like i said before don't act a fool
Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say
Names and graves and the poor children who's parents are now gone away.
Parents treat me like a baby
Must be something you want me to see
Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
My parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,
Up parents, faggots and the feminists
It's moe, all i need is more chips
Did you choose to have parents?
Thought this was forever love
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