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Drag On My First Child

wish that he was born Because he would have been my first child, my first born My first child With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life My first child

bless my god my first child my first born I feel so rebirth like this my first song I held you helpless, I couldnt help it how could a nigga abandon his child

s on nigga O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap

big part Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my

frontin' Lines come digital stupid, plus my team got 'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves Front on

your fuckin' job Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind With child support, I drag your coffins in the court We even-steven, fuck that, my

while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on

the Don's Since '92 I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong Ai yo, its on, though I'd stay on the block You was wrong, now Remi on the rock So its on

and try to grind on me Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage Gets punched in the ass and kicked in the face Fuck your dresscode, I swing my balls Fuck