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to pick you up and give your mother back her necklace 
I feel bad for them the child they raised turned out to be so feckless 
In a crowd of artists you

Pick up and go, just hit the door
Look at the time that's wasted huh
Wait any more, you only get slower
You on a race against the clock
You only get

Remy on rocks 
I wanted one myself strapped on my seat-belt 
Be back in a minute, yo this dance floor is hectic 
Music mad loud made my way through

knows my momma tried
While battling her own demons inside
Uneducated single mother of five
Yah we barely survived
Yet we made it alive
Yah we switched up

them gun sounds and you know your life is finished
Put them all against the wall and pulled them AKs
And kids screaming, (Ha) while the AKs sprayed

we ain't trying to hear all that we're just trying to skip class"
I'm against it don't pull my name out that raffle it's real offensive 
This ain't

of inspiration, Playing hooky,
Makin something out of nothing
The need to express-
To communicate,
To going against the grain,
Going insane, Going mad,
To loving

competition it just me against myself when I beef
That Mbouda boy got me on, said we're fam and I know
Got a fam back in Mbouda, so I'm thinking that's my bro

a bandit, but was raised into luck
He was a all time savage, but was a good kid growing up
He was a mad kid in a good city
Would throw hands with you for

the case would of been got him
Balling against mines would of been fouled him
Niggas been on it for days
We started with bundles and sleeves
Your bitch, she

picked the wrong Mother fucker to go against with
Stick to syringes
So who the fuck you think you're Calling out you're a racist,
Admitting to me you're

bond couldn't withstand the weather
All different mothers but we move like we were brothers
When you were on my sofa, Son I threw you my covers
Kept you

Pack your whole damn team, send them on a U-Haul
Strap up the pads, whole team mad
Never bite the hand that makes you understand
Watch that hand that's

death dog
Goodbye to ya
I'm still here reppin my city
Peace to Nadia
And all them other single mothers I can't lie to ya
Life is hard I know lil mamma I

I guess it's me against the world
I'm focused on my biz
It's it what it is
It is what it is
Wassup

They told me work hard
Get a 9 to 5
I did that
I

the sippy cup
You get me fucked up I don't show love
What you got against that I don't know of
Real Etto coming soon
Better tune in
Got the infamous goat
Just

mother worries about me cause I'm always out drinking an smoking dope
Cause you want to make me escape my mind that you fucked long ago
The women I love

some fuck
So go against me bud, I'll dish out a trey, with a rosebud
Metallica plate to make whiney bitches sober, so what!
I'll rip out an umbilical

pack
Got it in with the most infamous kind gross wickedest minds will have you left on the tarmack
I can bury ya camp or do it mad slow
But why wouldn't

on the phone
To my high school girlfriend nightly
Things in our relationship got pretty crazy
Things got out of control so quickly, shout out to my mother
But

all with verses
Extra holy water
Deliver em all with purpose 
Thank the holy mother 
For bringing wreckage to surface 
Manifesting destined; Louisiana

me, i'll hunt you down, ill trace all your steps
You can smash me fuckin' face in, i'll take off your flesh
Odds are stacked against me because, i'm not

the glory God painted
Heavens army made a statement on your anti-Christ arrangement
Swinging the sword against God
And every mountain
Unleash a vile

I feel the pain cause the pain is still numbing
Mad you away so I say to keep coming
The part that I'm humming is fading away now
Cause of a promise