Momma

Born in 94
Come 98
I was climbing rock walls
Reaching new heights
Right out the gate
Come 99
Turn of the century
There I am
Celebrating life on my 5th birthday
Momma bear, right there
Ear to ear, big smile on her face
So happy for her baby boy
Watching him open up his gifts
One by one he's filled with joy
She can't wait to cut the cake
And see me blow out the candles
But first Nino Shawn gotta
Grab the camera off the mantle
The star of the night is hungry
He's done with all the rambling on
It's time to dig in
He's a fiend for the white, blue and green frost
Tingling in his jaw
From all the sugar
Time to say cheese
Cause Nino ready for the picture
Everybody sings
Conscious telling me how back then
Everybody was fuckin witcha
Would ya
Look at that
Straight A's
Again you're so great
You're gonna be something big just wait
I know it
Thanks Momma I'm looking forward to it

Then I graduate
Sorry for the timelapse
Sorry for the relapse
Whoops that's foreshadowing
You may now flip your tassels, Michael sings
4 years of exposure to the detailed LV
Cozy for the old
But eventful for those barely growing
I seen some shit there
Street races leading to felonies
Escorted to the main hall by the police
Free Ray was the theme
Drifting in cars that weren't mine
High risks for heavy fines
Fist fights
Knocked out teeth and lights
Blood filled eyes
Swollen shut over night
First lines ever on the top of the tuxedo shop
They're not listening
But the real ones remember right
Momma didn't even know
Dad moves to Arizona
Mom gets news about grandma
And I get the house all alone
Lone

Born in 94
Come 98
I was climbing rock walls
Reaching new heights
Right out the gate
Come 99
Turn of the century
There I am
Celebrating life on my 5th birthday
Born in 94
Come 98
I was climbing rock walls
Reaching new heights
Right out the gate
Come 99
Turn of the century
There I am
Celebrating life on my 5th birthday

Mom and my sister
Labeled me as the bread leader
They just didn't realize
I'd get it borderlining bad luck
But luckily
I got backup
Raining from beyond the line
Like Beal
and I ain't losing bucks
Like pounds
I'll be establishing the label of
Born Lyricist
Under my name
Under my name
Under my name
Under my name



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Romo
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