Lyrics:
It's been debated would you chase a check or get a ring?
You'd rather have him give you head than give you everything
I wanna do right by my woman and by
and yo fake ass chains
I'm out here tryna kill all the damn KKK
Im tryna get my momma out the west end by today
I ain't got rid of nun my demons by
that night if I had died
Who gon' pay for funerals? Who gon' pay my niggas by
Who gon' do shit for my children? The lie be on my mind
Mama said my anger
fifteen put under pressure
First month 27th day
They took away my mother
I was left to be raised by my brother
Taught to be a hustler
Mommy gone
15 put under pressure
First month 27th day
They took away my mother
I was left to be raised by my brother
Taught to be a hustler
Mommy gone
Putting up shelves for my Grammys
Speaking of grammy's
I really miss my mother's mom
She always gave us candy
Back when life was a lot of fun
My cousins "J"
Graduated U of M, summa cum laude, few of them
Just had her first IUD, ain't tryin' to have birth by Obie T
Louis bag, big as shit, rule area,
lied right to his face
Yeah, I told him that I'm new like Adele in 88
But I learned pretty fast and I know my way around the place
He said, come with me,
play in their roles and gimmicks, shit
Remember Will Smith won the first Grammy?
And they ain't even recognize Hov until "Annie"
So I don't tap dance
my friend of violence
i fear the silence
the noise leaves me noid
but i still have to try it
hooked by denyin
addicted to lyin
cheatin two timin
im
hearing me
Feeling vibes from my pocket
Evidence of something popping
Snatch my keys up then I hop in
Straight to villain where we plotting
Two pre rolled
Tried to feed all my dogs, no Triple H,
I need pedigree
33 degrees, my heart cold, really that's first degree
Ghetto bitch stole all my love, she
up again (I only play when if my heart is in)
Knock you down two times (I can't lose again)
Get up twice as fast
Knock you down three times though
hell
Case closed like you shut down a Dell
Rollin' in the cash, no Adele
And I'm lookin' for my own inner peace
If you got the pies, then I'm wantin'
fallopian tubes
Will ya please give me a moment or two
That’s my life just playin the game
That’s my life tryna get some brains
That’s my life so baby pass
And golden altogether minority first
Show that i don't have a genre so the fake-gold grammy's
Don't label any artist in a category
I'ma open my third eye
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
Don't fall on my face
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my
Gotta
with me two times
Am coming in your hood about to pull the slug around
This niggas still on cap
I need a grammy now
My hunger for the rap about
That'll never happen, I'm the call all the shots
And climb up all the ladders, step by step, take my breath
She took it all away she let my lungs shatter
won't judge that brown complexion first time
I got some Affection
Still same time can't stop my lessons
She say she don't like my attitude
She say baby
on my phone
Can't never be surfing
Young MJ, legend status over time
Looking at the Grammy like Baby Be Mine
Don't be surprised
When the first thing you
come back, Spin get hit by the corona
It's crack, facts, Lil' gig, what you thought it was
It's still 1987 when my phone lit up
Money, Mitch voice, I
and shit!
Five-star hotels with black cards and shit!
I know I never won a Grammy, so what?
Everywhere I go my fans show me so much love
Fuck it, pssh
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