My Life

You always thinkin I'm mad

I'm not just sad

Just be glad you don't have a dead beat dad

That's alright I ain't mad

Fuckin Bitch wish he was Brad

 

I speak facts about my dad Back when I was a little kid he woped me with a

stick on my ass

For so long I walked on broken glass

Now I'm runnin as fast as I can

 

Now he saying were did I go I'm here you hoe

Don't act slow when you know

Your not a friend or foe

You a piece of shit though

 

You want to make me shave your nuts wipe your ass

Cut the grass

Bitch please kiss my ass

You piece of trash

 

This is my life I know how I want it to be

I don't want it for free

Because that comes with a price

I only hit your your girl twice

 

You live and you learn

Now watch this cigarette burn

Don't let your head turn

All eyes on Me

And you'll see what I'm destined to be

None of this shit came for free

Let me go in my attic

Because I've had it With you pussy ass faggots