When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell
I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell
That's boa, see that's my set
Kushed up and my eye red
Kick back and know yo son set
Found dead covered in red
These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,
Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell
I was at the xxl just trying to excel
To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell
What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell
I gotta make it even if heaven or hell
Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell
Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell
I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well
I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell
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