$8300 (What You Owe Me)
8300, 8300, a low balling estimate 8300
/Of all of the offspring you given me nothing
/My mother don't want it but I'm feeling hungry
/You ain't see my come up now watch me come running
/Not one for the bluffing, that's one game you won in
/Like one of the hundreds of tall tales you spun me
/Like that hoe you weren't fucking, that dro you weren't puffin
/Now who's this new soul that I heard you been suckin?
/Can she pull you out from that bottle you stuck in?
/Will she let you know that your luck has just run thin?
/Will she tell you quit running from sons you been duckin?
/Just skeletons stuck in that closet you stuffin
/But the lock just got busted and I promise I'm coming
/You've given me nothin so I'm going out hunting
/You free falling fuck, hope you're loving that gutter
/I ain't picking you up you ain't raised me enough so just give me my 8300
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