Momma

Born in 94 Come 98 I was climbing rock walls Reaching new heights Right out the gate Come 99 Turn of the century There I am Celebrating life on my 5th birthday Momma bear, right there Ear to ear, big smile on her face So happy for her baby boy Watching him open up his gifts One by one he's filled with joy She can't wait to cut the cake And see me blow out the candles But first Nino Shawn gotta Grab the camera off the mantle The star of the night is hungry He's done with all the rambling on It's time to dig in He's a fiend for the white, blue and green frost Tingling in his jaw From all the sugar Time to say cheese Cause Nino ready for the picture Everybody sings Conscious telling me how back then Everybody was fuckin witcha Would ya Look at that Straight A's Again you're so great You're gonna be something big just wait I know it Thanks Momma I'm looking forward to it Then I graduate Sorry for the timelapse Sorry for the relapse Whoops that's foreshadowing You may now flip your tassels, Michael sings 4 years of exposure to the detailed LV Cozy for the old But eventful for those barely growing I seen some shit there Street races leading to felonies Escorted to the main hall by the police Free Ray was the theme Drifting in cars that weren't mine High risks for heavy fines Fist fights Knocked out teeth and lights Blood filled eyes Swollen shut over night First lines ever on the top of the tuxedo shop They're not listening But the real ones remember right Momma didn't even know Dad moves to Arizona Mom gets news about grandma And I get the house all alone Lone Born in 94 Come 98 I was climbing rock walls Reaching new heights Right out the gate Come 99 Turn of the century There I am Celebrating life on my 5th birthday Born in 94 Come 98 I was climbing rock walls Reaching new heights Right out the gate Come 99 Turn of the century There I am Celebrating life on my 5th birthday Mom and my sister Labeled me as the bread leader They just didn't realize I'd get it borderlining bad luck But luckily I got backup Raining from beyond the line Like Beal and I ain't losing bucks Like pounds I'll be establishing the label of Born Lyricist Under my name Under my name Under my name Under my name