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City of sins I take it back when I was station down in Opa-Locka backing in the the sun
I swear to god was hotter then some lava
Working 2 jobs preparing soon to be a father had to sacrifice on everything
So I can make a dollar
Stress deeper then the ocean in the darkest night 1000 pounds of pressure
Like a shark was sinking in a bite
Black sheep with a soul that was never wanted I was raised Amongst The peasants
But a king that demons always hunted
Philly nigga so you know I had to always flaunt it studied motivation walk with my head up
Building to make a dynasty pharaoh like I was king tut
It shit will never go to my favor it never lucked up
Wishing that my father was present to drop me with some Jules every holiday
I was feeling like I was mr. scroog
Pesta mystic as f*ck as I had a lot to prove always thought the worst
Even doe things was going smooth
Introverted in my lane who am I to trust giving my hope to the gods trying not to rush
Feelings of butterflies that will linger in my gut burning bad habits an addict that records into avid
Exposing my life this at the booth I wish it was a spoof
You can see me spitting out my pain like a missing tooth
Aim in direct and recording it like a camera brinks in ya Acura muddy water city's like Samar
Ice that was glamoured up wave the hammer and point the barrow up
Thinking of suicide but my Conscience won't even let me bust
Or Pull the trigger who would figure this was in my veins
Couldn't let the vision of my son seeing splattered brains
Hard act to follow all the bitches say I'm Mecca Docia's living life ferocious
They all left cause I'm hard to cope with
Draining all there energy it's like a nigga soak it like I'm the pesticide pussy is my only hostess
Parton my name from stroking ya dame She gave me pussy now her soul will never be the same
She think she Whitney and bassalet waiting to exhale
But she needs the lord in her life in time she will prevail
Already noticed in arguments I'm a peace of shit I'm hard headed
It's hard to find a show that would fit
I guess my parents never taught me and my adolescence
That's why I struggle to this day confession to the reverent
Holy water in hand it's getting hotta guessing the lotto numbers and hoping I hit natta
Spend my money faster then I get it I get a small portion my evil thoughts be thinking about extortion
I burn the cells indebted insider ya mother boards aim the danger and stroke it into ya vocal cords
Catch you slipping like a tranni in a Ford Torres talking my shit I back it up because I'm all for it