Word Of Mouf

This that real shit

My mama sick and it ain't shit that I can do about it
I just wanna ease her pain
I'm fucked up, rollin' 4 blunts a day about it
I'm praying hoping things will change
My cousin called me and he asking me for money
I'm just hoping he gon' help me with the wave
Funny how when I was broke, they wasn't callin'
Now I'm up, all of a sudden; things changed

I just take it all in
Imma work it all out
Put that weight up on my shoulders
You should never count me out
Cause I'm blessed up
Never stressed out
Put my work in for years
I ain't worried 'bout no clout
I got my day ones with me
Bet they confirm what I'm 'bout
So don't you ever make assumptions off that
Word of Mouf

On the West Side of Atlanta where I stay
Got a baddie and she know just how I play
We been fussin, fightin' going thru some thangs
But I'll always have her covered, her umbrella for the rain
I can't ever see that changin'
So when your friends get to hatin' tell 'em save it
Brand new bags, hit a brand new tax bracket
She ain't see it coming when we was on that air mattress

Remember when your mama told me bag groceries or somethin'
Family talkin' to me crazy like they don't know how I'm focused
I would pray to God every night like "Please, give me something"
You know a young nigga got skills, I'm just tryna work my hustle"
I can't give up, I put too much time in
I'm gon' get rich or imma die tryin'
And make enough to last for generations
I was made for this shit, yeah

I just take it all in
Imma work it all out
Put that weight up on my shoulders
You should never count me out
Cause I'm blessed up
Never stressed out
Put my work in for years
I ain't worried 'bout no clout
I got my day ones with me
Bet they confirm what I'm 'bout
So don't you ever make assumptions off that
Word of Mouf

I don't wanna get no phone calls when this shit drop



Credits
Writer(s): Dre Murro
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