M.O.M

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Inside the womb I heard the drums
I heard the clicks
My pattern flip
I came out with the magic stick
To help me bag a bitch
And write it down on this notepad I'm in
I reminisce about Jordans I ain't know about
Momma kept me fly now I don't dare show it out
Never know cause I don't like going out
Meeting new people is cool I rather just work on my sound
Mother earth, she know, she got the features down
Birth the Don now the mob on the speakers loud
Birth the babies that be crying, that's talent speaking out
Getting older learning shit
Then you know the seed could sprout
You'll see a reason
Defeating demons is easy now
They see you cheesing
Ain't no reason to be hating, how
They just don't like the fact, you think you the greatest
Throwing shade but you'll never catch me with no fucking fader
It's now or later
This funny nigga, you ain't bout ya paper
Working 5-9, can I survive off that wager
I ain't tryna die before I'm 65, my heart a pager
Feel the vibration its major
I'm getting to you like anger
Pitching from different angles
Don't know where I'm gonna take this
So now I gotta cool off cause I'm anxious
So now I gotta cool off cause I'm anxious

I thank my momma
I thank my papa
I thank you all
You think I'm Cocky
You think I'm selfish
I'm thinking more
I can not help
At least I ain't on a corner stores
Selling dope to fiends destroying the hood even more

Thank you for the motivation
I quit my job so I ain't got no occupation
I'm tired of hearing "oh you never gone make it"
And when my "tape gone drop man how long is that shit taking"
How can I be less complacent
Breaking limits far from basic
Fuck ya system, I'm the matrix
I ain't standing on no wait list
I done lost my fucking patient
That's why I'm sitting here
Thinking about my reputation
It ain't really all that
So I fall back
I ain't even call back
Shawty mad and all that
God damn
Ima take another hit of this bong
Hopefully I get me in the zone
Then I could finish these songs
And show my momma she wrong
I could prove that she that wrong
And I could prove to these niggas wasn't a bum along
Wasn't a bum all along
I gotta

Thank my momma
I thank my papa
I thank you all
You think I'm Cocky
You think I'm selfish
I'm thinking more
I can't not help
At least I ain't on the corner store
Selling dope to fiends destroying the hoods even more

The fuck is wrong niggas
I'm talking about you niggas who don't got a picture envisions In head
I don't get you bitches,whatever you wishing for instead
I don't get you niggas living like your life is on thread
Man you really need some motivation
Told my moms I'm gonna make it off the the music, take vacations
She think I'm trippin, it's fake like I can't cook up and bake
I told her it's a mission and there's positions to take

Ihank my momma
I thank my papa
I thank you all
You think I'm Cocky
You think I'm selfish
I'm thinking more
I can't not help
At least I aint on the corner store
Selling dope to fiends destroying the hoods even more