The world is your and everything in it

May 15, 2014

momma couldnt save me

Dad wasnt around so he couldnt raise me

im still trippin about the girls that been played me

but there the same ones who messing around to have my babys

its crazy ppl out there said they made me

taking credit from my mom that amaze me

i know ppl talking down when im not around

but once im in the building shhhhhh not a sound

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