mothers hug

Yop
Look
Okay
Okay
Yep
Swear these niggas would be having if it paid 'em just to pocket watch
He wanted static but I'm busy laughing at his entourage
I started snapping out of nowhere like a crocodile
But everything on purpose this shit nothing like a pocket dial
What I'm rocking wild, it got me smiling 'cus it's out of stock
I'm so presidential how I'm popping prolly shock Barak
Say she like my ice it make her cream without the Häagen-Dazs
I guess I'm kinda odd I paint her face and think I'm like Sauret
Niggas chatting more than they be rapping turned the booth into the gossip spot
Always make it happen never stagnant I don't wallow much
Fuck the GPS I'm cutting traffic just to follow bucks
Shouting out the plug I don't need the CVS for counter drugs

I den seen all kind of thugs, man
Really they just need they momma hug (what)
Really I just need my momma hug
And my pops to show me how to beat the odds
That ain't a lot

I wanna rock, she wants a rock but we don't mean it in the same way
You traveled round the block came to me just for a vacay
That's crazy how my back stabbed and she ain't need no melee
But I hate to call it quits it go against how I was raised
Now I'm up late, looking out for peace and I ain't sleeping till the payday
Been locked inside my room so you can speak to me through jay pay
I ain't sliding out without them tints and staying prayed up
I'll take all the risk and make my brother go the safe way
Need me an audience that's big enough to live off art work
I'm playin' part, pouring into music when my heart hurt
That and stacking up enough to cover what my cart worth
This a open diary hope I miss the charts
It ain't much to harvest out my yard my guard been up for years
I fuck wit many from a far but it be hard to trust the peers
I ain't here to hear from others ear to numbers what I trust
I'm brushing ash up off the bills, I dropped my blunt 'cus I was rushing
How he think he one of us but we don't never let 'em near
The only time I do discussion with the nigga in the mirror
How I feel I'm good sitting here, I'm way too high to steer
I got the bright idea to write some shit it's time to pioneer

Man, what, look
'Cus I got way too high to steer
Really I just need my momma hug
(I got way too high to)
(What)

Look
If I appear to be annoyed don't approach me on no joking shit
Bro see what I'm holding get to scolding on his brokie shit
The music got me motion sick I got no time to coach a hoe
She liking my attire I ain't trying this the smokers fit
Ain't you quit? Damn you still a pro at dick choking
I know I got wounds open so I'm coping on my dolo shit
I'm on the road to rich I need the - at all the local shows
Them niggas get no chicken let delusion give 'em bones to pick