Fam 1st
Hey mama
I told you I'd be a star
I told you I was gone get it,
I told you I wasn't finished yeah
I told you that I was true
I was just bein me
But I was jus watchin you
This thuggin shit kinda coo
I wanna ride with the tools
I like to break all the rules yeah
I like to chill with my bros
They ain't smokin I'm blowin o's
I told y'all that ima blow yah
Family first that what they said
But only time they showin love is when a muthafucka dead
I'm on a mission tryin to get it
And I still be missin y'all
I gotta life too I didn't mean to miss yo call
I be runnin circles around these hoes do you see me
Conversations don't relate i dont watch no tv
I be to myself and in the mornings I'm on gospel
Granny say the prayer line start up at eight when I wanna talk to
Somebody
I'll smack the fuck up out a bitch, u ain't no bully
They say without my manager they ain't gone book me
But I ain't givin up mama she would kill me,
True hustler she know the real me
It's a different time now daddy they call you papa
Please don't give up on yo family like papa
And let that stress go we on the top top
Meek jus hit my other phone he say I'm fina pop pop
Up like that
Stuck like that
Fuck bout that
Up like that
Stuck like that
fuck bout that
I had to realize
A lot of these folks is countin on me
I had to learn to keep shit goin when I got mountain on me
I be trippin but I never fall
I risk it all
Listen baby I gotta ball
Hustling in my blood baby I can't slow down
If you don't slow down you gone crash I bet I know now
They ain't wanna let me in I had to kick that door down
I done got everything I dreamed of havin im wantin more now
Greedy lil bitch you
Always wantin seconds
Everybody checkin on me lately so yeah Im guessin
Guessin they got the message
Ain't stressing I'm sittin on blessing
Got respect up in Atlanta from candler down to the west end
Pain that I had felt a nigga didn't give a fuck
You think every time I fell down a nigga picked me up
I made a way every time outta nothing
Me and whitegirl thuggin
In the clubs every night and we ain't celebrating nothin
Bitch
Up like that
Stuck like that
Fuck bout that
I told you I'd be a star
I told you I was gone get it,
I told you I wasn't finished yeah
I told you that I was true
I was just bein me
But I was jus watchin you
This thuggin shit kinda coo
I wanna ride with the tools
I like to break all the rules yeah
I like to chill with my bros
They ain't smokin I'm blowin o's
I told y'all that ima blow yah
Family first that what they said
But only time they showin love is when a muthafucka dead
I'm on a mission tryin to get it
And I still be missin y'all
I gotta life too I didn't mean to miss yo call
I be runnin circles around these hoes do you see me
Conversations don't relate i dont watch no tv
I be to myself and in the mornings I'm on gospel
Granny say the prayer line start up at eight when I wanna talk to
Somebody
I'll smack the fuck up out a bitch, u ain't no bully
They say without my manager they ain't gone book me
But I ain't givin up mama she would kill me,
True hustler she know the real me
It's a different time now daddy they call you papa
Please don't give up on yo family like papa
And let that stress go we on the top top
Meek jus hit my other phone he say I'm fina pop pop
Up like that
Stuck like that
Fuck bout that
Up like that
Stuck like that
fuck bout that
I had to realize
A lot of these folks is countin on me
I had to learn to keep shit goin when I got mountain on me
I be trippin but I never fall
I risk it all
Listen baby I gotta ball
Hustling in my blood baby I can't slow down
If you don't slow down you gone crash I bet I know now
They ain't wanna let me in I had to kick that door down
I done got everything I dreamed of havin im wantin more now
Greedy lil bitch you
Always wantin seconds
Everybody checkin on me lately so yeah Im guessin
Guessin they got the message
Ain't stressing I'm sittin on blessing
Got respect up in Atlanta from candler down to the west end
Pain that I had felt a nigga didn't give a fuck
You think every time I fell down a nigga picked me up
I made a way every time outta nothing
Me and whitegirl thuggin
In the clubs every night and we ain't celebrating nothin
Bitch
Up like that
Stuck like that
Fuck bout that
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Writer(s): Monica Kelly
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