I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel
I would blast and write, im suprised my roofs still here
So don't be suprised when i bake you under the hot platter.
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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