Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
I'll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
I see people wondering what the hells happening
Its happening i had to reach my goals...nigga task complete,
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life
Their negativity is what helped me survive
Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening
She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing
Control is what you had me under
Regardless to all them, i appease her
If a period is late then i will mark it with a question
What influences me to rap is the greatness of expression,
Alright lord you know what time it is, it's time for me to school you up
Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck
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