Mama
Mama i'm go'n make it got the Rarri going fast
I got shorties waiting back at home
They hella bad
Got used to the game go check my closet keep a stash
Look at all these rappers real ones got that shit
They lie
All my homies loyal they ride wit me till i'm dead
Why you look so shocked was it something that I did
Or was it cause you talking and I pulled up like I said
I'm done being nice I keep a 40 near my bed yeah
Mama don't cry for me
I got my slimes
They gonna ride for me yeah
They down to die
They'll take a life for me yeah
Homicide
Make a nigga go bye bye (Ugh)
I'm might be a sad boy, but I got bad boy
My nigga EIGHTY shoot first on that boy
Talking that shit about SKI, you a dead boy
Ain't talking bout Vodka when you take it to the head boy
All my niggas strapped like I hang around Dikes Boy
Already did my time I earned my stripes boy
Nigga got me hot so I iced out my wrist
Keep a Tommy tucked wear Hilfiger to my bed
Ain't talking about pencils when I fill em' up wit led
I'm the only real one left
All the other OG's dead
Mama i'm go'n make it got the Rarri going fast
I got shorties waiting back at home
They hella bad
Got used to the game go check my closet keep a stash
Look at all these rappers real ones got that shit
They lie
All my homies loyal they ride wit me till i'm dead
Why you look so shocked was it something that I did
Or was it cause you talking and I pulled up like I said
I'm done being nice I keep a 40 near my bed yeah
Riding wit my bros I bag the dope yeah
When she come on over take it slow
Never called her back I lost my phone
Where the fuck you been I wanna know
Riding wit my bros I bag the dope yeah
When she come on over
Take it slow yeah
Never called her back I lost my phone
Where the fuck you been I wanna know
They think that God is God twist it we back again
I might fuck around and pop a 40 leave you dead
I got secrets I can't tell you I swore on the dead
I cannot fuck with a hoe go chase a bag instead
Mama i'm go'n make it got the Rarri going fast
I got shorties waiting back at home
They hella bad
Got used to the game go check my closet keep a stash
Look at all these rappers real ones got that shit
They lie
All my homies loyal they ride wit me till i'm dead
Why you look so shocked was it something that I did
Or was it cause you talking and I pulled up like I said
I'm done being nice I keep a 40 near my bed yeah
I got shorties waiting back at home
They hella bad
Got used to the game go check my closet keep a stash
Look at all these rappers real ones got that shit
They lie
All my homies loyal they ride wit me till i'm dead
Why you look so shocked was it something that I did
Or was it cause you talking and I pulled up like I said
I'm done being nice I keep a 40 near my bed yeah
Mama don't cry for me
I got my slimes
They gonna ride for me yeah
They down to die
They'll take a life for me yeah
Homicide
Make a nigga go bye bye (Ugh)
I'm might be a sad boy, but I got bad boy
My nigga EIGHTY shoot first on that boy
Talking that shit about SKI, you a dead boy
Ain't talking bout Vodka when you take it to the head boy
All my niggas strapped like I hang around Dikes Boy
Already did my time I earned my stripes boy
Nigga got me hot so I iced out my wrist
Keep a Tommy tucked wear Hilfiger to my bed
Ain't talking about pencils when I fill em' up wit led
I'm the only real one left
All the other OG's dead
Mama i'm go'n make it got the Rarri going fast
I got shorties waiting back at home
They hella bad
Got used to the game go check my closet keep a stash
Look at all these rappers real ones got that shit
They lie
All my homies loyal they ride wit me till i'm dead
Why you look so shocked was it something that I did
Or was it cause you talking and I pulled up like I said
I'm done being nice I keep a 40 near my bed yeah
Riding wit my bros I bag the dope yeah
When she come on over take it slow
Never called her back I lost my phone
Where the fuck you been I wanna know
Riding wit my bros I bag the dope yeah
When she come on over
Take it slow yeah
Never called her back I lost my phone
Where the fuck you been I wanna know
They think that God is God twist it we back again
I might fuck around and pop a 40 leave you dead
I got secrets I can't tell you I swore on the dead
I cannot fuck with a hoe go chase a bag instead
Mama i'm go'n make it got the Rarri going fast
I got shorties waiting back at home
They hella bad
Got used to the game go check my closet keep a stash
Look at all these rappers real ones got that shit
They lie
All my homies loyal they ride wit me till i'm dead
Why you look so shocked was it something that I did
Or was it cause you talking and I pulled up like I said
I'm done being nice I keep a 40 near my bed yeah
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Writer(s): Solo-man Wright, Lvl One Hero
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