Father didn't want to hurt the kid but it worsened as he learned the news
Im new to, working this perfect, my version of wordings occurring in few spews
It was different version and a different style.
We can talk things over a little a while
Wrap em up in jizz like its my version of a cocoon,
And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom
He cant win he's the version of a crack baby drivin a broken down suburban
Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come
Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin
My rap career that was full of sin
Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica
Im too hard. da rap version of bernard hopkins. nigga
Tell her this was my decision
I beach chair, with my malibu vision
I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces
Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this
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