i gotta get it for my daughter, small world gotta fight myself through, hitting me from wall to wall, I gotta black my shadow from every black devils that is under me" take it for the roses, derick rose, but how am gonna feed my daughter, i guess daddy have to work" for some nigga that is under need my shadow, with every souls, all eyes in the drew league, bron play it with 40 points' some eyes jealous on the shot, bron taking for the win, sharing my relationships wit apocalypse, that is if nigga wakin' up" I'm jealous for the win' not saying for lebron, but I need to block my darkest from every souls, because my life will never be wakin up, am not saying and is heavy hard cold time, how can you fucking clean my eyes when you have the devils all in your eyes, jerry west clean it up, but who is better for the deal, my daughter speaking in my heart, saying daddy what about the loss, now am gonna free my cups, I say baby hold my hands, we gonna shop for some happiness, second time, my daughter speaking in my heart, daddy sorry about the loss, i say baby you welcome" see how u grown over some bullshit, but I will never forget how pressured you are, my daughter running couple yards to embrace nigga that can't even cross his heart wit some barrow, nigga shit off, i block it before they even notice it, trying to change my skill" my story has meaning, I will never put myself wit pink problem solving, my homies that i have share my friendships, now riding on my ambition, i gotta spread my eagles before they plies on my daughter, i want to be daddy for my dawg but my daughter is pride, how beautiful right, nigga you gotta except, broky broky, you gotta water wit shower' I ran over it one more time, is historical, an't ready for the loss, seats sending messages, running from the law, I guess they double rock it, I hate to see my daughter cry, but i gotta run a couple yards, just to get shit off her mind" i ain't going, once upon the time, malcolm words since 1964, a black men walk' on is rights, they told me i look like some pavarotti, i have to give it up, GOD speaking through my daughter hearts, and my daughter's priceless, still waiting for the roses, nigga sleeping on his bologna