[Verse 1]
I apologize to my sisters
To everyone I cursed and called bitches, you're a black queen
Everybody searchin' for a trap queen
Dear mama found the beauty in a crack fiend
I should've been your black king, mama
Instead I wore that crack king's honor
That label turn women into hoes
My bros turned foes over O's
We need a chicken noodle for the soul
Drug dealers now competing with the pros
Nah, I'm no imaginary player
[?] respect that fans out over [?]
Celebrate my hero, why can't I?
Suffer short, rich nigga can't [?]
The crab in a barrel state of mind
I'll never let your shade put a dim on my shine
[Verse 2]
I hate the fact my brother gotta pick sides
Start his compliment off that he don't dickride
Just to tell me that he love my sick lines
Or to tell me that he wants my kick sign
I'm of a rich mind, most of all thoughts have been poisoned like strychnine
But it never switched mine
I touch every city, every hood
I love you like my blood, 'cause I should
I dream about my future daughter
I spoil her so she don't gotta chase some shit a nigga bought her
Mirror me back to my day when I was outta order
They drinkin' from the same well that we got our water
My fear to see it full circle, uh
Karma's a bitch to loved ones, that's the way it hurts you
Like, I don't deserve you, I won't desert you
I turn they lights out like curfew
I apologize to my sisters
To everyone I cursed and called bitches, you're a black queen
Everybody searchin' for a trap queen
Dear mama found the beauty in a crack fiend
I should've been your black king, mama
Instead I wore that crack king's honor
That label turn women into hoes
My bros turned foes over O's
We need a chicken noodle for the soul
Drug dealers now competing with the pros
Nah, I'm no imaginary player
[?] respect that fans out over [?]
Celebrate my hero, why can't I?
Suffer short, rich nigga can't [?]
The crab in a barrel state of mind
I'll never let your shade put a dim on my shine
[Verse 2]
I hate the fact my brother gotta pick sides
Start his compliment off that he don't dickride
Just to tell me that he love my sick lines
Or to tell me that he wants my kick sign
I'm of a rich mind, most of all thoughts have been poisoned like strychnine
But it never switched mine
I touch every city, every hood
I love you like my blood, 'cause I should
I dream about my future daughter
I spoil her so she don't gotta chase some shit a nigga bought her
Mirror me back to my day when I was outta order
They drinkin' from the same well that we got our water
My fear to see it full circle, uh
Karma's a bitch to loved ones, that's the way it hurts you
Like, I don't deserve you, I won't desert you
I turn they lights out like curfew
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