I hated, some ritalin, some white socks
When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms
No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.
So tell uncle johny to make some room, cuz you're bout get fucked by my bars
No more, we caked out
Girls out her talkin bout
Thinkin bout suicide
Which you know i'm different, right
Show 'em some real rap,whatcha know 'bout that?
And i got that bait, they all bad
No one cares bout the recession, till some chairman's pension is threatened
My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
Aint it bout' time for some ''real'' mc's go and write some journals
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways
Forgettin' 'bout my grades while i'm soakin' up some rays
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