You be saying something but i cant hear ya
My momma a og which makes me a don dada
I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,
And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major
Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Because maybe now i can finally be fucking happy
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,
Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats
Why cant i be popular
Just to let you know, you are
Pay my haters not too much mind
Don't mean i cant be unkind
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