8 AM

Mama said a prayer for me
Chicago bitch love hard gone lie to 12 for me
Put tattoos in skin I wear my heart on my sleeve
Surrounded by bad hoes I know ain't no good for me
Rackets new bread coming in
Benji Franklin that's my twin
Hallows fucking up his limbs
Ain't been to sleep it's 8 AM

Shortys these days got computers I came up in different times
May the church say hallelujah Fargo preaching in these rhymes
Gotta plug in Chattanooga got another one in Memphis
Foe nem pull up bazookas if a opp think he menace
Bag got extra mags ain't gone run out of that fire
They know Fargo stay with Ps that boy ain't running out no za's
Fucking on this bitch for months he think she his she really ours
Treat custos like Beyoncé need to get served ring the alarm
She like my swag too
My new bitch doing realty got her own bag too
I'm riding presidential windows can't see through
I can't do business with them boys they move too loose
I'll really give you anything if I love you
Rackets new bread coming

Mama said a prayer for me
Chicago bitch love hard gone lie to 12 for me
Put tattoos in skin I wear my heart on my sleeve
Surrounded by bad hoes I know ain't no good for me
Rackets new bread coming in
Benji Franklin that's my twin
Hallows fucking up his limbs
Ain't been to sleep it's 8 AM



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Writer(s): Emil Collins
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