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Payment arrangements
by Javar Sounds
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Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
This shit make me wanna put a ski mask on
Like give me the money
Get the fuck up on the ground
Don't you dare do nothing funny
You gone hear the sound of that
And turn you into mummy
I just wanna finally silence the rumbling in my tummy
I don't wanna kill but move you gone lose
Bills due so I don't have many options to choose
It's either let them kick me out and force us to move
Or grab a gun and cock and tell you run me your jewels
Don't get it twisted I wasn't always packing the tool
I used to be in school following all the rules
But hunger got the best of me I told myself fuck it
Demons in my ear told me grab the gun and tuck it
I really hate for it to be you
But you know a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
So don't take it personal a nigga just really hungry
Sometimes we gotta make ends meet for the money
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
This shit got me losing patience
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
Damn
So you gone rob me for a couple of jewels
You ain't stop to think about it you just making your move
You gone let ya head get gassed up by your crew
Your daddy always told you lead never follow the fools
But here you are
And you 'bout to make the dumbest choice
You know you not a shooter but you got a nice voice
So use that shit
Don't get stupid and you lose that shit
As soon ass you pull that trigger dog you know that's it
30 To life no kids no wife just a cellmate
Worried 'bout commissary and are you getting mail straight
Worried 'bout is ya momma gone see you this week
Gotta fight everyday cuz ain't no turn the other cheek
Look back to the topic you know you just gotta stop it
Look at the bigger picture don't crop it go make you a profit
Yeah that last quote you said it was true
You think you killing me when you really killing you
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
This shit got me losing patience
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
This shit make me wanna put a ski mask on
Like give me the money
Get the fuck up on the ground
Don't you dare do nothing funny
You gone hear the sound of that
And turn you into mummy
I just wanna finally silence the rumbling in my tummy
I don't wanna kill but move you gone lose
Bills due so I don't have many options to choose
It's either let them kick me out and force us to move
Or grab a gun and cock and tell you run me your jewels
Don't get it twisted I wasn't always packing the tool
I used to be in school following all the rules
But hunger got the best of me I told myself fuck it
Demons in my ear told me grab the gun and tuck it
I really hate for it to be you
But you know a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
So don't take it personal a nigga just really hungry
Sometimes we gotta make ends meet for the money
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
This shit got me losing patience
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
Damn
So you gone rob me for a couple of jewels
You ain't stop to think about it you just making your move
You gone let ya head get gassed up by your crew
Your daddy always told you lead never follow the fools
But here you are
And you 'bout to make the dumbest choice
You know you not a shooter but you got a nice voice
So use that shit
Don't get stupid and you lose that shit
As soon ass you pull that trigger dog you know that's it
30 To life no kids no wife just a cellmate
Worried 'bout commissary and are you getting mail straight
Worried 'bout is ya momma gone see you this week
Gotta fight everyday cuz ain't no turn the other cheek
Look back to the topic you know you just gotta stop it
Look at the bigger picture don't crop it go make you a profit
Yeah that last quote you said it was true
You think you killing me when you really killing you
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
This shit got me losing patience
Mama had to make them arrangements
Daddy keeping track of the payments
This shit got me losing patience
