seventy-three.

Time is ticking, I'm really seeing the time fly
Suicide probably gon' make my family cry, hopefully they try and use it as motivation
They need to try and go be the fucking greatest honey, tell the kids I'm really fucking sorry
I don't want the family feuding like Steve Harvey
I don't want the family feuding like Steve Harvey
A week before, I turned two no father just my mama sending me to school
Just a fast kid, yeah, I'm trying to be a muse charming, charismatic, and I'm trying
To be cool but look, ma, I'm feeling misunderstood
Can't come to my games and see a nigga cook but you can go and see the others
Got me thinking like, what kind of mother
It left me shook, stuck, and sad man, I can't even lie, like damn, mama
Man, you can't even try, gotta provide for myself
Man, I probably need help from Uncle Sam he the man, prolly with the plan
But I hate the fact I'm running with people that ran the clan
They really racist, that's what I get for not being so patient
But look, mama, I made it, I finally did it yeah, my rank is a private, watch me put on
This fitted with my last name on the back, yeah, I stay
On my pivot yeah, I gotta stack this cash to the height
Of two midgets yeah, I gotta stack this cash to the height
Of two midgets
13 years later, I'd have had me a son he was charming, charismatic, and he also
Could run I use music as an outlet, and he also do
Too he done tell me about his music, I said aye
Do you
This is the story of my father he the reason I rap the co-author