Thanks Mom, Dad, & God.
I don't deserve majority of the things I have
But I feel like I'm God's #1 priority
Though that's because I'm egocentric, yet pretentious
But I know I'm beyond blessed because my parents have done nothing, but given me the best
I'm getting a remakrable education
My imaginaion keeps my creativity progressing, my life is nothing but positivity
And my fashion choices? I been killin' the game since '99
You can't put a price on my style
And I have to thank God for giving me a smile that people can see from a mile away
And my personality sure as heck isn't universality
Now all I have left to do is give back because I have something good in the palm of my hands
Let me tell you about my plans
Mama, I will buy you that Porsche
And I will give back to charities whether it be Boys & Girls Club of American, St. Jude, or United Way Worldwide
I'm tired of turning on the tv and seeing that more and more people have died
The outside world is tough and sure enough I'm not scared because Dad prepared me for the unthinkable
And I don't give him enough credit, so thank ya
Thank you for teaching me how to stunt on each and every one of these low lives who think it's okay to priortize drugs, violence, and sex
Money has never been an issue thanks to you Three
And now I have to give it all back, so let me not get sidetracked
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