Rolling in more green than a hole in one
Few days back my sister lost her son....
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
Okay...you should not hate me son
But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.
Killing our dreams, stealing our vision
// [but the kid is not my son]
I want to fight the music on this one
Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one
Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son
I'm the bastard son of a
Just a little nigga
Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang
Like the son of goku, but son know i do not gohan, i goham, ho check the program/
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