Mama's Boy

Mom married a murderer
They sent his ass to jail
He used me as his leverage
For less time in a jail cell
Now she married a druggy
He gave me drugs I'd sell
He kept me hopped on percies
Which just made me more so ill

Mommy knows to pick them
She made me damaged goods
I rely on people too much
They affect all my moods

I used to chase dragons
But now I am just one
I get it from the devil
Because I am just her son

I've got to thank my bloodline
He always kept me strapped
Whether it were with blades
Or the wooden baseball bats

Not to trust too much
And never turn my back
He taught me to pick when
And when not to take out the trash

Mommy likes to trick them
She made me damaged goods
I used to try to end my life
Was sure I always would

I used to chase the dragons
But now I burn the tree
I get it from the devil
But I'm still a Gucci bee



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