You’re scratching your heads
If I didn’t know you better
I’d say you looked dead
Mother dead father
They said you was a nigga
Before they pulled the trigga
Bolting up out of bed
Catapulting down the stairs
Dead father dead mother
I woke up screaming bloody
I was living in a nigga’s body
I could feel you were a trap
Dead mother dead father
So I put you in a rap
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