Didn't want dad to go though, no point in him going anyway
Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
Going though cycles never achieving your vision
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
This world of ours is going to shit
Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow
Going to all his friends yelling that baby ain't his, (but it is though, but it is though)
In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow
My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,
Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks
A picture in your mind
To my unborn child
And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you
Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to
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