I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat
Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,
And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.
The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy
Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame
Bro called dad over, we tried to explain
But than my dad started to make some choices
Usually turn out to be the fakest ones
Ma want me to go find a wife
And dad came home ready to take a life
No longer gonna try to tell dad shit, i'm done with it
Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit
The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone
My dad going to work and never coming home,
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