Some say I'm crazy, these punk ass cops can't fade me,
Momma never tried to raise me, she should've never had a baby
Papa was a motherfuckin' joke, used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choke when he'd tell me not to smoke,
Damn, don't get me started
My momma smoked so god damn much when she was pregnant
I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, count deep?
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors, five deep
Starin' at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the morning, see the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why
And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby.
 

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