Cleanin’ Out My Closet — Verse 3

Scored May 17, 2026

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Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition

Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin'

But put yourself in my position, just try to envision

Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin'

Goin' through public housing systems, victim of Münchausen's Syndrome

My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't

'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?

Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma?

So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma?

But guess what, you're gettin' older now, and it's cold when you're lonely

And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phony

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful

But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral (Haha)

See, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong

Bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom!

But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?

You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in Hell for this shit

Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? (Hehe)

Well, guess what? I am dead—dead to you as can be

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