Mom's Spaghetti

Stay down lil nigga that's from me to you You start to sew the right seeds your people reap em too I told niggas we was kings in 2013 Found a couple lost sheep think they believe the proof A couple crackas who don't see the truth But I'm a keep rapping facts to get the people through I put 10 in a box for emergency I love counting up them numbers that's the nerd in me In high school a couple bitches they was swerving me The same bitches twerking to my shit I swear they heard of me I don't do drugs ma I swear I front the plug now I show love now to all the niggas who was serving me Late nights pulling on that wood like a freak bitch Tryna put another verse together on some neat shit Just wanna come up of the dome on some free shit Cause nowadays that's the sweet shit Reminiscing on the nights that I ain't eat shit Tryna make me a master plan so I can be rich No pistols in the wintertime car heatless Fooling down 94 West to the east bitch See my teachers couldn't tell me I wouldn't be shit I'm that one nigga that the lil homies listened to Never changed nigga stayed the same I stick to the rules Me and you we just two different dudes You ain't fit to rule It's Da Rula King of Judah These ain't Christian Loub's I walked a mile in the Forces, I be creating fools I just wanna be myself cause that's the shit that's cool Don't wanna ball on these niggas I don't even hoop One shot, I'm in the gap like a missing tooth If it's one shot, I'm in his back like that Ricky dude Eastside nigga from the basement to the living room Now I'm off the map I gotta different boo And I just caught the funk back like Stella got her groove I been fucked up so many times but don't get shit confused Young nigga learned how to hustle before tieing shoes Can jump back from any Fall like a Summer groove Why would you even dream about if you think about How you expect to get success if you don't be around it? A nigga try take mine, I pray he think about it Cause I ain't tryna see casket, rather make the news Dog woulda never caught that case if he knew what I knew Never trust another nigga thinking he gone think like you X really got the sauce Stacey made the tunes I just chase down the bag like that Cat n Jerry Contemplating heavy on defeating all my adversaries This spoken word I'm the vessel like a capillary Talking with TMH like get the album ready Any means necessary This shit getting Malcolm scary Type of shit that make Marshall throw up Mom's Spaghetti Thought he was all armed and ready but this Armageddon nigga