[Intro: King Iso's son]
Good morning dad
I hope this card finds you in good spirits
Mom had me make you this card
And we hope you are doing well
Get well soon dad
I love you
[Verse 1: King Iso]
'Bout to take it back to the park on these niggas
When I ain't have a car to park, it's where I slept, well, snoozed
Put my son on a swing while I wept, to tell the truth he was hungry
You ain't never helped get Rel food
Or at least to supply a mattress like bed rails do
I finally can breathe how I exhale through
Now they all up on my tee, that's an XL too
And now I'm the being you expect helps you?
Where the fuck was your antennas when I needed to connect
I leave a nigga dead with this TEC Rel pulled
Fuck around and get beat like FL Studio
Must be comedians, next El Stupo[?]
I try to keep it grounded like a jet [?]
In a Ford but the crooks never said Bellevue
They said I wouldn't make it but the bet fell through
And when I drop it's gon' break like eggshells do
Take it back to the park on these niggas
With Earl and Taebo, my girl a straight ho
I guess well cool, I was dancin' with the devil like the girl was J-Lo
But where's your halo, the set pale moon
Fuck talkin' on the net, tryna beef but don't get caught up on a web, muthafucka, I'm a red recluse
High as heck 'til noon, it's like I put a couple niggas in their place how I'm the one to get a check mailed to, now
Fuck y'all, that's my new style
2Pac spittin' at the news crew, wow, boo yow!
My peeps gettin' [?] get cut
[?]
I be off of the meds and even though me winnin' is my callin'
I be ready for the next L, ooh
Interfere with the number one, NFL tune
Feel sick, doin' well, dad get well soon
Take it back to the park on these niggas
Good morning dad
I hope this card finds you in good spirits
Mom had me make you this card
And we hope you are doing well
Get well soon dad
I love you
[Verse 1: King Iso]
'Bout to take it back to the park on these niggas
When I ain't have a car to park, it's where I slept, well, snoozed
Put my son on a swing while I wept, to tell the truth he was hungry
You ain't never helped get Rel food
Or at least to supply a mattress like bed rails do
I finally can breathe how I exhale through
Now they all up on my tee, that's an XL too
And now I'm the being you expect helps you?
Where the fuck was your antennas when I needed to connect
I leave a nigga dead with this TEC Rel pulled
Fuck around and get beat like FL Studio
Must be comedians, next El Stupo[?]
I try to keep it grounded like a jet [?]
In a Ford but the crooks never said Bellevue
They said I wouldn't make it but the bet fell through
And when I drop it's gon' break like eggshells do
Take it back to the park on these niggas
With Earl and Taebo, my girl a straight ho
I guess well cool, I was dancin' with the devil like the girl was J-Lo
But where's your halo, the set pale moon
Fuck talkin' on the net, tryna beef but don't get caught up on a web, muthafucka, I'm a red recluse
High as heck 'til noon, it's like I put a couple niggas in their place how I'm the one to get a check mailed to, now
Fuck y'all, that's my new style
2Pac spittin' at the news crew, wow, boo yow!
My peeps gettin' [?] get cut
[?]
I be off of the meds and even though me winnin' is my callin'
I be ready for the next L, ooh
Interfere with the number one, NFL tune
Feel sick, doin' well, dad get well soon
Take it back to the park on these niggas
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