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I remember things I should probably forget Like Pops number is five And that's the next track in the list Haha Tracklist Organizing this rap shit This is the only time I talk about dad I think I'm just batshit I need to know his weakness It might offer me strength When I dissed him, it got him heated Told me I was shiftin' the blame But why show me the shit you didn't accomplish I'm fifty percent failure You got me thinkin' I'm dog shit Backyards covered with the dogs past meals Oh, my bad I'm sorry I mentioned food But you know that shit poppin' Come on pops What's for dinner Ice creams for sinners Yet I scream for dessert That's my fathers love He taught me to eat That's why I love beef F*ck Jabez Z Oh shit Battle for the ages Jabez Z versus Zack Keep these dawgs in the cages And allow them three blank pages Each stage got you stiff Left you six feet below Not dead yet But your mind has you choked You can't see me 'Cause you're still seein' a past I might have a broad head But I'm still thinkin' of raps You have a broad head And it's worthless It's true If you don't want to see me, you don't have to But don't say it's because of other people feelins' dude Just be honest You don't like who I've become I'm like your worst nightmare 'Cause I've spent five years young With the five year drum That created my heart beat Five years pops Now I'm almost twenty-one Always Strong