Ate My Babies

Man, Imma do this thing and Imma keep it hookless
I said I'd take a break when ya'll knew I wouldn't
So Imma drop another tape then I'll keep it moving
Man, I started on the movement when I was a student

Man, I grew up on some mentors that would teach me music
I'm talking Yeezus, Method Man, and that Lil' Uzi
I'm talking Thugger, Drizzy, Wayne, I could keep it goin'
Man, I haven't hit my ceiling, know my shit be blowin'

Man, music is a hobby I never turned a profit
But I don't give a fuck I got steady pockets
I get back on the horse cuz I know I fucking got it
These bitches think I'm Jesus cuz they know the kid a prophet

Oh Jesus Christ
Got checks over stripes
No I'm not talkin' Nikes
But I still got my rights
Man, I got sleepless nights
And I take frequent flights
The kid ain't got no ice
Though my drip be fuckin' nice

Said my drip fucking wet
Like the sheets on my bed
I be foaming from the mouth
Yeah the pussy know its end
In your mother like I'm ted
I be bakin' like it's bread
I be blowing marijuana
Til it's oozing out my head

Man, knock me off my vibe you gon' need some obsidian
Get me medicated Imma need me some lithium
Burning on some tree I be rising like it's mercury
Stay popping pills like I'm fresh off a surgery

Mixing up the liquor yeah the kid he fuckin' gone
Imma hit it in the mornin' suck my dick while I yawn
Got a bitch on my sack, Super Bowl Miller, Von
Make a couple movies while we puffin' on the lawn

Man, I hit it on her period, I'm making statements
Homie go and cross me end up on the pavement
Man, I traffic hella green Imma need surveillance
Know that I'm the one and I'm in a matrix

Work a couple jobs so I can keep the lights on
Man, my eyes almost shut like they got the brights on
Got some Henny in my system like my booze is Brady
Man, she can't be a mama so she ate my babies



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Writer(s): Austin Druse
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