Man I been in and outta trouble since a adolescent
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man, and they keep me straight
7 or 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say, "Aight," but still I'm feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles doin 10 years Fed time
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