All I wanted was to borrow a few racks and a place to lay my head But papa Douglas know he be tripping (Tripping) He ain't wanted to have nothing to do with me Ever since I dropped out of high school and started pimping (Pimping) I'm blinging, oh I'm the meanest My father thought I was a drug, the way I keep these hoes fiending For me (Daddy you are)- Shh! Y'all shut the hell up, this my confession Now what kind of father would put his son out on the streets? Call me a pimp or thug, I'm still his bloods, how could he do this to me? Church!
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