I'm living with my fuckin stepfather Got all I had, without him was all the best With him only the trash, but I wanna return those days It's bronze of my life thats goes rains in my head I have my real father, I love him But in this weekend I get only fuckin I say myself "fuck it" and I don't give fuck on it I'm rockin that with scandal pac it Relationship with my stepfather? Friend out, fuck him It's will so drop on it poppin, I'm just like a daddy say him "Rack the fool make it", feel my stupid draw
Man, what the hell? You ain't man You was beat me, man, I'm young boy, damn I'm not a trash, because I got a fans Damn, don't talk to me, we not a friends Hey, I was before train, clained, foorball named I'm stay here, damn, what you get? I called you faggot, but I know, you're not a gay You just moral pain in the my brain A lot of sayin' you to me, get out from the flat What you tell, you motherfuckin' brad I'm living with my mother, you for me the trash And I say it again, you're trash I'm real man, cause I get a pain Manners goes away, I got a plan I got a plan, I got a plan Sometime I'll kill you, but you ain't
Save it to me, please, don't you ask, I'm blessed He's get up, brick the shit, but I don't give up That's sweet ain't til out, momma's said "fuck up, boy, get out" I answer it "don't tell me that, I'ma your son, hey mom" I'm still love you, but this faggot draw around our family's love Damn, what the fuck you doin'? This recipe in Christmas I was drink Damn, what the fuck you doin'? Please, don't see on me, this like this, when I seen, that's got me, drunk on me Crunk to live, Roll alive, what the fuck you stoppin' me, when I wanna do it, bitch Yeah, I called you bitch, that's ain't true?
You think, I'm low? Damn, I don't know what to do... Lalalala, mother, I'm sorry, I love you