Hello, my friend,
I know you wanna spend all your bread.
All your blood, sweat, and tears
Into more than just rent.
You wanna cop a suit, cop a coupe,
Cop some new rims.
The only thing I suggest is to save for the end
You gotta daughter, and she a lil older than ten.
She's on her way to college,
Yet she wanna stunt on her friends.
She wanna loan to keep her good
And keep her well fed.
She’s coming home, her break’s begun
Prepare for the end.
She gotta man
She met him in the back of a van,
Poppin’ Xans, sipping Coronas, rolling blunts
Off her diploma living life like she wanna.
No daddy around,
She plotted her death cleverly while her pops
She had a seizure, the very next day your baby
Girl was on the sofa,
Lying in a coma.
She was barely breathing,
Her eyes rolled back and her momma started
Man, what a tragedy.