 My phony homie had a baby by my old girl. But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him. I sexed his sister, had her mumblin' like a Mexican. His next of kin, no remorse, it was meant to happen. Besides rappin', only thing I did good was scrappin'. Until the end of time. Take these broken wings. I need your hands to come and heal me once again. Until the end of time.