Look, she so stingy with vagina
I'm the bastard son of a
Someone that really makes you feel like you are the man son...
For fear of what you show them, reality is golden
Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause
The son of the holy father who died up on the cross
Hit the joint and pass it son
And i am one of one
To be throwing the hand’s son”
I told him get his 9 and run
Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,
You just working with the scraps you was given
Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang
Like the son of goku, but son know i do not gohan, i goham, ho check the program/
This thing that you could imagine
// [but the kid is not my son]
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