To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure
She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature
I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition
Not get picked on cuz the colour of her skin
For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring
I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing
I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder
When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,
And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection
And they said i couldn't cause of the color of my skin
Appeal with the skin color of mine
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Appeal with the skin color of mine
If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime
Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
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