There's nothing he can do, he let it get away
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice
Tears in her eyes made him realise
The smoking && injuries made mom's lungs weak && her body hurt
Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort
She was a bad bitch, i made her go low
Never pledge allegiance, god given flow
I made up my mind, on 24th august i was gonna tell her.
I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
Maybe it was the cold, the snow and rain that made her feel pain
Life's based upon what i'mma do today
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
I made her ball hard, poured her some vodka renard blondey leotard
But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart
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