truth be told

granny say boy ,, taketh it slow Real nigga,,,,, I ant raised no hoe back to back,,, , standin over tha stove wipin and pitchin,,,,, , halfs quarters holes just to get my cake up ,nigga you better wake up fallin farther behind slackin up on ya grind head of da class told da teacher to kiss my ass I ant taken no shit when ya pockets ant deep as mine betty geen made me a kimnest thanks for key eternal ritchs pots and da pans ant talking bout washin dishes dis what I am she said you been this blood of my blood tell God be my witness hussal to heart thru tha sun rain in da trenches diss for my kids look I hope you never never forget this never trust in a man fuck all dat friend shit