All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah)
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fukkin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nikka)
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fukkin' hunger
I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B)





