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I was born with a wooden spoon and bowl Mama suffered from papa, he was a rolling stone, always bored and wanting more That's the undisputed truth Whatcha know about sharing rooms with 4 cousins? Sweating and tearing in our clothes wishing I was back in mama's womb My parents battled to put food on the table Me and bro fighting for the last piece like Cain and Abel While they suffered miserably, they still loved us unconditionally, even with our delinquency Now it's time to bring them chivalry, traditionally Marijuana, dealt with Devil and his garden Danced with the Devil, my technique is immortal Gotta get outta here, destroyed the Devil like Skepta Everyone hating but no blunt can force this trauma Negative energy surrounding me like an electron, but it only charges me up, proton Yeah, we chase the bread 24/7 like 7/11 even if it leads us to heaven Even if it's for a penny more Wanna be Batman but I feel like Alfred Pennyworth more We chase dreams yet nightmares chase us Dreams of having the cream and the lambo, but I still catch the bus, one day boy Mama told me don't ever bite the hand that feeds you Cause you'll never know when they'll leave you If you really cared about me, then you've heard me when I was quiet The happiest person in the room is often the saddest Just trying ball like my boy Timmy Yeah, feeling blessed, the government gave me that stimmy A week of food for the fam, ration everything The pain hit me like a baseball swing Parents relying on me for a better life Stacking and store clerking that's my nightlife From living 18 years on this Earth People have only hitted me up when they needed something They never loved me they just loved the idea of me, that's facts They all ask for things but never ask how I am, still they're appreciated When I ask for things they tell me to scram, unappreciated I'm making ends meet, just enough for weekly rent Gotta give the rents everything in this cold cruel world, they deserve it Cherish them wickedly, lickety split Stuck in the trenches like wet cement My ancestors were sleeping on park benches Isolation was like a vacation, I avoided aggravation and spent my time on reflection Fought my demons as they were lurking me out and about Prayed to God, he knocked him out on his paper route Me and the gang always ready They got that Arthur fist on steady Always true 2 myself, I pray for bust downs like the cover Four leaf clover, please bless myself Ain't stopping til' I'm six feet under, yo no one steal my thunder This for mama, she never got that proper rest when she was younger I see many with fake designer and financed vehicular, yes you in particular You're still a minority Stick with daddy's car and old clothes cause you're an inferiority
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