Lyrics:
I'm hurtin', dyin' inside, unable to face true fears
I'm cryin', missin' you mama, bawling, my face full of tears
I'll never see you again, ain't got
'cause it's my town
Word to my mother you can throw up your rock now
Got off the beef shit 'cause I ain't tryna see my mama in all-black
Right there,
You know who it is without
A doubt or hesitation (yeah)
If money talks
I got my master's in communications (Haha)
But you can't hold a conversation
back, it's how I dawged her
A stack on top of racks, another day up in the office (ahuh)
I got my niggas on go, get to steppin' like I'm Martin (yeah)
from 12 but I highly doubt it
My ambition to ride Is just like PAC
They won’t me to stop But I can’t stop
Do a burnout into whole shot
Nigga im hot n
I fuck on your baby mama
I fuck on your baby mama
Let's fuck on your baby mama
I wanna fuck on your baby mama
Some head from your baby mama
I
the metro (Damien)
People beepin' in the classroom, got to serve a zippo (true)
Ventin' 'bout my nigga Take' on a Zay' instrumental (Ziggy)
You know I
in a one-horse town
Then hopped to a muthafuckin' grasshopper
Nigga, my life would have been done got cut off
If my dues weren't paid
It's
fitted and knitted
People judge a pimp by his shoes (Biatch)
My mama wasn't a sucka and
My daddy wasn't a lame
Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
I do,
'll just run the instrumental, I'm not runnin' from police
Won't see me gunnin' on them streets
It's not for me
I can't disappoint my mama, most importantly,
favorite spot
Plus I like it there, 'cuz I got love on the list
High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love from
Merry Christmas, lil' mama
Know you got it from your mama (know you got it)
Every day feel like Christmas, you gifted, on my mama
My Christmas song
Smoking that gas it’s Toxic
I got a bag of broccoli
Look at my wrist it’s rocky
Look at the bitches watching
Go to the mall I’m shopping
Niggaz be
not the right time
My mama says, "Son, you can't fight the sunshine"
I did not go, here tonight
To be struck by your light
But here I stand in
his prime
We was taught 3 main religions
Ask Walter Williams
The destruction of civilization
By Chancellor Williams
I'm a student from
You know old 45's ruled my life, I still got my turntable
Don't miss a chance to reminisce about the old songs when I'm able
Now I grew up with
popped the pistol
That's the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals
I'mma keep the bitch 'til December
And park it on Broadway, long way from
goes there
What a show, the Barry Williams show
What a show,
Dysfunctional excess
Is all it took for my success
The greater pain that they endure
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I
peace hope you see
cll my carpentry
Some of it I learned from others
Some of it I learned from me
cnd i barley sleep
I be trying but the future me
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
special lady?"
It ain't for my girl, it's for the one that made me
When I was 18 my mama went in my closet, found ten thousand cash
Now I got her
time, y'all thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy
My mama, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her oversteppin'
But do
B-B-Bankroll got it
Uh, I stand by my word, don't back-paddle (unh-uh)
Fetti longer than an ostrich Adam's apple (an ostrich?)
Give me my 'speck
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