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I woke up one morning after I peed myself, looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe myself Lost in my thoughts, I had to retrieve myself, I'm glad, had seen that shit, I jumped in the shower cause I had to clean myself, Big bowl of o's had to feed myself, Gi joes, those helped me free myself, Stuck in the house cause shit I couldn't leave myself Nothing video games and puff cheese couldn't help Given directive not to ever answer the door, To sit on the couch, and I had to eat on the floor Jason or roman, was welcome at all Found myself in my momma room amazed at what I saw So many different toys that's here In this adult drawer, so many plants and white papers, looking like a staples, My imagination led to fascination Lots of stagnation, because I raised myself, no exaggeration Linked up with mac, and that led to incarceration, but that happened simply after I played myself Tryna be grown, leaving home, tryna raise myself Okay my bad for tryna entertain myself since Gave a f*ck 20 years later feel like I freed myself, Healthy because of how I feed myself It's legal now, so I cross breed myself, don't cop from That's the cheapest route I learned all about sex myself, drugs myself Had to pay the middle man just to plug myself, I learned your people will snake you, I learned these bitches will break you You can trust some of your friends, but these fiends ain't faithful You know kane killed abel, I learned that from aunt adrienne, I learned I could shoot dice, one day me and lulu was playing Couple people start joining, set the pot up to twenty , once I got a shot nobody else could pick up the money Normally they would rob me, but I'm B from the lobby, plus, could get clean from the poppies, plus, Dice right beside me, and if you reach it's a body, When I reach it's a rollie, if it tick it's a phony I had to work on being me, while being me wasn't working I treated school like the club, and the block like a church Worship hip hop, for me, jail was a pit stop, push ups and flip flops Missing mardi gras, tits out, got out poppin', putting hits out, now, Is fucking with this sound
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