Sober Sammy

I believe in God so when I fail it doesn't fuck up my mood
A couple women want me jumping the broom
N***** at my shows told the cops I'm moving my tunes
Want my place but can't fit snug in my shoes nothing new under the moon
Straight to the trap, fresh out the wound
They probably laughed at my mother, probably thought I was doomed
At one point thought I had nada to lose
I hung around with some fools, and poisoned n***** when they thought I was food
My mother dad passed I couldn't cry had to be strong for the family
Back when these hoes didn't find me attractive
He bought the clothes I would have because my mom didn't have it
Kids laughed but it was cool, I put it all into rappin'
And the teachers tried to play me like the jukebox a juice box
I am to these hoes who want they boots knocked (Smac)
Used to be higher than the rooftops I'm sober now
I can't let the marijuana hold me down

Sober Sammy



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Writer(s): Sborte Clay
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