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Can You Relate

I got 7 kids -n- out the 7, four got sickle cell, the other three got the trait, dope boy in the streets getting cake, hospital stay after, hospital stay, blood transfusion, after blood transfusion, can you relate, went to prison right before my son got his hip replaced, flew mom down from Atlanta, now she sits -n- waits -n- John Hopkins for four months straight, asking questions, keeping him safe, while daddy in court fighting case after case, my name -n- face on the front page of the newspaper, had a million dollar bond, soon as I was about to pay it, they slide me my federal detainer, I’m a celebrity, lawyers coming to see me, all on my d*ck telling me they can beat everything, then when I pay them, they flip the script, old crooked b*tch, crimes committed, no camera footage, no witness, did you defraud your victims, which were doctors -n- lawyers to get rich, I plead the fifth, I love that money, you know what they say when your palms itch, I know I got Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Ralph Lauren, Cartier -n- Rolex, Rich, Mercedes Benz -n- Range Rover, paid over a hundred thousand for both of them b*tches, I don’t celebrate it, but still provide Christmas, baby mama broke calling me with the kid’s lists, everybody pretty in their pictures, I buy them whatever -n- take them wherever, this ain’t pay bill money, this play with cheddar, I miss my babies, sh*t driving me crazy, I ain’t seen them lately and I don’t miss no visits, you know them baby mother’s be being vindictive -n- bullsh*tting, I talk to them on the phone, on 3 way for about 30 minutes, conversations get serious, when you coming home daddy, I made parole, be home in a minute, back to spending that spinach, hopping out of Big Benzes, how they live now oppose to when I come home, they’ll see the difference, f*ck y’all b*tches, got my Mrs., she held me down -n- stuck by my side, that’s the difference between b*tches -n- real women, be home in a minute, I miss my kids, but right now daddy got to do this bid.

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