Dear Mama

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It's this one opp he keep dissin' , I can't wait until he die
Heart broken, I was bending, bullets grease they left em' fried
I just pray he make a appeal , f*ck the system, free the guys
I'm the reason for his, spital' bills, can't post up on the five
Her pussy rilla' tape keep gripping, headfirst in legs I dive
28 inside this milli' gang, I love them gen fives
Tapping out, waving flags, ever since they man got shot
Where the f*ck that vicky D1 I ain't seen him in a gillion
Wanna sign me I'm the ticket, told the label send a million
Walked inside, got dirty palm angels because I've been drilling
Treat the murder like a sport get a trophy for the killing
I just hope he do it right, I'm tired of saying free-dem niggas
Yapped' his mouth inside that bed them jumpouts, left him in the pillow
In the air just like a bnb, but we had got his drop off zillow
He a family man, had blick his ass, make his wife a widow
Tried to run and, lil' bro, switch his ass, hit him through the window
Dear mama pray for me, I'm tryna knock them off the earth
Miss my doggy, got me smoking and thinking Lil Durk
Get back be to serious, tryna put him in the dirt
Twenty-five inside this thirty, make his mama print out shirts
I miss Trizzy, he my kinfolk when he died, it left me hurt
Dear mama pray for me, I'm tryna knock them off the earth
Miss my doggy, got me smoking and thinking Lil Durk
Get back be to serious, tryna put him in the dirt
Twenty-five inside this thirty, make his mama print out shirts
A lot of the vickys I smoke fatass cause they did, that boy the worst
Trying to overkill his body, at the repass hit the hearse
Button got a BBL, all it like to do is twerk
Hit the road like CDL's I'm trying make it off this work
It's this one opp he keep dissin' , I can't wait until he die
Heart broken, I was bending, bullets grease they left em' fried
I just pray he make a appeal , f*ck the system, free the guys
I'm the reason for his, spital' bills, can't post up on the five
Her pussy rilla' tape keep gripping, headfirst in legs I dive
28 inside this milli' gang, I love them gen fives
You ain't put up for his bail, so don't even say free the jails
Demon seed with the yopp, hop out, send that boy to hell
Skinny, me with ARP, they like Prada, he so frail
2-3-3, clip shaped like a sickle, green-tips, tearing through his cells
Made my first-band off eyeballs, I ain't even use a scale
Hit my telly, got a group-chat, that'll ship through the mail
Need the bread all blue cheese, stacking the patty melts
Give my pain into my glizzy, make them feel the pain, I felt
Down that aisle four, put em in the box, he on the shelf
Lampin' in his room at night, Prada like Elf on the shelf
Mask on he seen ninja, emojis, hopout' on stealth
All black, NGA, Taliban, guns out like cartel
I was broke, down on my ass, sleepin' inside of hotels
West Philly body, baby light skin, she caramel
5-7, thick as missiles, leaving a scrapes a bombshell
I throw up B's, cause that shit in my veins, my blood cells
Damn Prada, he keep spittin' he just like Shelly
If we get indicted, I bet Woo be my celly
Body-yody, she a baddie, like Kionna off of belly
Stubborn, stuck inside my ways, there ain't shit that you can tell me
They was on live playing ball, so I hopped out and start scoring
The more they diss the more, them bullets just keep on scorchin'
My name stay up, in ma mouth to them, I'm so important
He lived a teen life but NGA had left that shit on shorten
I keep biddin', she like, Prada, stop it, you so annoying
I'm stressed out, stanka', can you slurp me til the mornin'
Pour three threes, that's a nine, just for Trizzy
I'm like Jordan, hot, always next to me, like Scottie Pizzi
Spinnin' like a ceiling fan, we don't ever get dizzy
I made him stand on, what he said he caught 15 for dissin'

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