See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll
Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul
Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school
The hostile picasso, but played it cool
No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit
You can tell by your so called diss jealousy runs it,
You feeling when you be drillin' that shit
Down and i knew it, i was young but i felt it
But when it goes bad, they'll be the ones tryna deny it
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit
But im doin it wit style so the playground thinks im cool
It all goes back to when i dropped outta school
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
Their voice when i shut down they rejoice. cool it yo here he goes
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
Alien dna in my veins and delivery.
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