1987
Aye shout out to my momma mayne
Couldn't be doin what I do if it wasn't for her
Ya feel me
Let's get it
It was a Saturday when I jumped out my momma wound
Cut the umbilical cord and told her it's time to move
This crawlin ain't good for my knees I need to get some shoes
A Jan sport bac pac when it's time to go to school
Soufside, outside u kno I do the foo
The colors u see Niggas roccin is the gray n blue
Smoke a blunt wit the og and learn a thang or 2
Then hit the booth and make a song to give the game to u
That's a no look pass off of the glass
Hop in the whip n smash
Cookie crumbs all on the dash
Keep ya hands and feet in and just pray that I don't crash
Got a smile on my face reminiscin off the past
(Aaaaah) I just laugh
I don't follow the leader baby I follow cash
Don't talk about it less u got it or know where it's at
35 like Durant I'm n the game hey chec my stats
Gift from heaven that's a fact
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
I was posta be born on Halloween I can't believe it
Momma made me a preme said she wasn't raisin a demon
Shoot if I had a son like me I wouldn't raise him either
Disrespectin the people and smokin a gang of reefer
Cussin out all the teachers hangin out by the bleachers
Flirtin wit the ladies and got em changin they features
Yo ass goin to class I'm gone see ya when I see ya
Five on the weed and five for lil ceaseas
We ain't old enough to drink hit the Safeway and steal a liter
Of some east side juice then after we tear the streets up
On the light rail from Santa Teresa to Milpitas
Miles on my feet in Air Forces or adidas
Thuggin wit my spanish chic she a bad lil mama cita
Keep her eyes lookin out for one-time papi u see em
(Yeah) niggas gettin caught all the time don't wanna be em
Thought I saw my third prison term thank God I was dreamin
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
Shout out to my momma mayne
Couldn't do what I do without her
U know what I'm talkin bout
Since day one she's been A1
Ya mean
Soufside
This was a day that a real one was born
Couldn't be doin what I do if it wasn't for her
Ya feel me
Let's get it
It was a Saturday when I jumped out my momma wound
Cut the umbilical cord and told her it's time to move
This crawlin ain't good for my knees I need to get some shoes
A Jan sport bac pac when it's time to go to school
Soufside, outside u kno I do the foo
The colors u see Niggas roccin is the gray n blue
Smoke a blunt wit the og and learn a thang or 2
Then hit the booth and make a song to give the game to u
That's a no look pass off of the glass
Hop in the whip n smash
Cookie crumbs all on the dash
Keep ya hands and feet in and just pray that I don't crash
Got a smile on my face reminiscin off the past
(Aaaaah) I just laugh
I don't follow the leader baby I follow cash
Don't talk about it less u got it or know where it's at
35 like Durant I'm n the game hey chec my stats
Gift from heaven that's a fact
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
I was posta be born on Halloween I can't believe it
Momma made me a preme said she wasn't raisin a demon
Shoot if I had a son like me I wouldn't raise him either
Disrespectin the people and smokin a gang of reefer
Cussin out all the teachers hangin out by the bleachers
Flirtin wit the ladies and got em changin they features
Yo ass goin to class I'm gone see ya when I see ya
Five on the weed and five for lil ceaseas
We ain't old enough to drink hit the Safeway and steal a liter
Of some east side juice then after we tear the streets up
On the light rail from Santa Teresa to Milpitas
Miles on my feet in Air Forces or adidas
Thuggin wit my spanish chic she a bad lil mama cita
Keep her eyes lookin out for one-time papi u see em
(Yeah) niggas gettin caught all the time don't wanna be em
Thought I saw my third prison term thank God I was dreamin
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
A gift from heaven, born in October 1987
This was a day that a real one was born
Shout out to my momma mayne
Couldn't do what I do without her
U know what I'm talkin bout
Since day one she's been A1
Ya mean
Soufside
This was a day that a real one was born
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