Mrs. Jackson
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah yeah yeah
Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just know I smile to keep from crying
Maybe I was traumatized, now feel like dying
Niggas giving advice
But they can't take or try it
Maybe I need to get my money up
I know I'm stuck
Cause I reached in my pockets and I ain't got nothing tucked
Niggas hitting my line
Saying they hear for me if I need em
But I know when I call back that shit gone hit straight decline
Now I feel like Melly
I got murder on my mind
Fell I'm going crazy so I keep it all inside
I know I feed my demands
And I know that it ain't right
Sorry Mrs. Jackson, you need that good, good in your life
Grew up with dillers so I can gone and get you right
Grew up with killers so I can gone and take your life
Tryna do the positive but the good ain't feeling right
Now I close my eyes my niggas dying left and right
And it hurts my soul but I can't let them see me cry
These niggas tryna use me but these niggas really tried
Thinking I'm Ray Charles I ain't blind I got my sight
Just know I smile to keep from crying
Maybe I was traumatize now feel like dying
Niggas giving advice but they can't take or try it
Maybe I need to get my money up I know I'm stuck
Cause I reached in my pockets and I ain't got nothing tucked
But if you hit my line then you know I'm pulling up
We hitting licks, we got them blicks and if you see Tariq then you know I'm coming with
Put him on a T-shirt cause you know we with the shits
Ah young top shotta
It's a don dodda, ain't no love for these bitches cause they don't want us
Now I'm screaming fuck the world without a condom
If it's a party turn the music up
You know that we gone shoot it up
Grew up with killas gone ahead and tell me you fell em
Leave that pussy boy in the street with his shirt red
Gone and tell his momma I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson
I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson but oouuuh I'm finna kill
Now I got murder on my mind, can't stop nun of the bitches to stop crying
I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson but ooouuh I'm finna kill
Can't stop nun of the bitches to stop crying
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson but ooouuh
I'm finna kill
Ah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
AhYeah
LC the Menace baby
Ah yeah
Ah yeah yeah yeah
Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just know I smile to keep from crying
Maybe I was traumatized, now feel like dying
Niggas giving advice
But they can't take or try it
Maybe I need to get my money up
I know I'm stuck
Cause I reached in my pockets and I ain't got nothing tucked
Niggas hitting my line
Saying they hear for me if I need em
But I know when I call back that shit gone hit straight decline
Now I feel like Melly
I got murder on my mind
Fell I'm going crazy so I keep it all inside
I know I feed my demands
And I know that it ain't right
Sorry Mrs. Jackson, you need that good, good in your life
Grew up with dillers so I can gone and get you right
Grew up with killers so I can gone and take your life
Tryna do the positive but the good ain't feeling right
Now I close my eyes my niggas dying left and right
And it hurts my soul but I can't let them see me cry
These niggas tryna use me but these niggas really tried
Thinking I'm Ray Charles I ain't blind I got my sight
Just know I smile to keep from crying
Maybe I was traumatize now feel like dying
Niggas giving advice but they can't take or try it
Maybe I need to get my money up I know I'm stuck
Cause I reached in my pockets and I ain't got nothing tucked
But if you hit my line then you know I'm pulling up
We hitting licks, we got them blicks and if you see Tariq then you know I'm coming with
Put him on a T-shirt cause you know we with the shits
Ah young top shotta
It's a don dodda, ain't no love for these bitches cause they don't want us
Now I'm screaming fuck the world without a condom
If it's a party turn the music up
You know that we gone shoot it up
Grew up with killas gone ahead and tell me you fell em
Leave that pussy boy in the street with his shirt red
Gone and tell his momma I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson
I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson but oouuuh I'm finna kill
Now I got murder on my mind, can't stop nun of the bitches to stop crying
I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson but ooouuh I'm finna kill
Can't stop nun of the bitches to stop crying
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson but ooouuh
I'm finna kill
Ah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
AhYeah
LC the Menace baby
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Writer(s): Diana Cain
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