Junior

I'm locked in, in album mode, daddy Ain't want nothing to do with me, but

He still called me Junior, as a kid I was A loser, probably wasn't but they made Me believe it

As a jit my life wasn't easy, had the Bald head or it was peasy, know how Hard it is

To sleep on that floor several nights That I'm up sleepy, second grade they Picked on me cause

That same blue coat that I wore Everyday, shout out diasha she the Only one stood up

For a nigga, or even tried to stand in The way, begging my momma for new Shoes she said

She ain't have it, she told me that I had To wait, so I quit basketball and got Me a

Job cause I really ain't had no time to Wait, everyday I used to question my Daddy, why

The fuck say you wish he ain't had me, I'm named after you and all, I still don't See

How you ain't happy, got my own son I ain't named after me cause I ain't Want him to be