All i want is a couple fucking dollars and a sandwich
You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch
Could i make you my baby
My mom and pops didn't want me
And sometimes i still want to threaten him
In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin
Fuck your girl baby momma and ya mom in the same night
Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied
Is written in our souls, africa
But his mom came and told him "i made ya.
Headed home his son ran to his mom in excitement and hugged her strongly
Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty
Want to learn shut the fuck up and quietly sit
You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit
Specially equities, reckon we smile
Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,
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