Life, really is a bitch And she got a baby on the way Gettin' hate, from her pops, got no paper in the bank, never liked, gettin’ shaded but she always threw it, she had baby blue-nails, bla-ck hair, oh, I knew her well, now she work at mall-stands, hopes to make, sales, but only her cake, sells, ya get it? If I were to smash, bet my name, she'd...Learn More