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First things first, rest in peace, Uncle Phil

For real

You the only father that I ever knew

I get my bitch pregnant, I'ma be a better you

Prophesies that I made way back in the Ville

Fulfilled

Listen even back when we was broke, my team ill

Martin Luther King would have been on Dreamville, talk to a nigga

One time for my L.A. sisters

One time for my L.A. hoes

Lame niggas can't tell the difference

One time for a nigga who knows

Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved

Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved

No role models and I'm here right now

No role models to speak up

Searchin' through my memory, my memory, I couldn't find one

Last night, I was gettin' my feet rubbed by the baddest bitch

Not Trina, but I swear to god this bitch'll make you call your girl up

And tell her, "Hey, what's good?

Sorry I'm never comin' home, I'ma stay for good"

Then hang the phone up, and proceed to L.A.y the wood

I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods

Ain't got no shame 'bout it

She think I'm spoiled and I'm rich 'cause I can have any bitch

I got defensive and said, "Nah, I was the same without it"

But then I thought back, back to a better me

Before I was a B-list celebrity

Before I started callin' bitches "bitches" so heavily

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