My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed
Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet
But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed
I need a backyard full court size
Hopein that hyou will still live
Y you bitches think that im still playing,
I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
Now your free, but still bleed from dark memories,
Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
When i was starving now it's payback
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