Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low
My control is steady and calm like floating confetti,
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
Definition of cold: ice, 30 below
Pour it all up and i watch it spill slow
Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
Slow-mo i'm choking these rodents / until they're swollen and broken
And steady keep it real ya bish
No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches
When hip hopping and steady dropping any nigga with a problem
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face
Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace
Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
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