Emma Son
Bitch I been the one like Tuh
I'm a motherfuckin' mood, hella class 'cause I'm schooled
Designed to match my attitude, yeah, the shirt readin' Rhude
Shit, I'm just doin' what I do, if it ain't pape, then I'm cool
I really move, dolo I never mingle with the in crowd
I'm in the field, ten toes down, tryna stay inbound
The circle that I move with today, them niggas been 'round
My niggas, they in love with the pape, they like to switch towns
I know my mama proud of me, even though she raised a thug
I came away from servin' drugs just to make a slug
I couldn't live with bein' broke, it was what it was
Shit, I was raised on survival, had to learn to love
I was taught' get out the way if you can't get it done
Gotta earn your respect 'cause these niggas won't give you none
All this money in this world, you better get you some you some
'Cause I'ma get to it just as sure as I'm Emma son
I was taught' get out the way if you can't get it done
Gotta earn your respect 'cause these niggas won't give you none
All this money in this world, you better get you some
'Cause I'ma get to it just as sure as I'm Emma son
I done seen it all and done it all like twice over
To the point I'll never live this life over
Lookin' for the smoke, fuck it, I'ma call Nike over
Fresh as hell, feelin' godly, I should call Christ over
Askin' for a handout, fuck is you? A pipe smoker
Dretti self-made, baby, really, I'm the rights holder
Known to keep it player, I can fuck her for the night over
But I see a bag in her, I might have to life coach her
Feel like TD Jake just a lil' bit fresher
Treat the stu like the church and the pulpit blowin' pressure
Even in my best mood, I pop a Perc and feel better
I'm a double-C repper, bitch, I put that on whatever
I was taught, "Get out the way if you can't get it done"
Gotta earn your respect 'cause these niggas won't give you none
All this money in this world, you better get you some
'Cause Imma get to it just as sure as I'm Emma son
I was taught, "Get out the way, if you can't get it done"
Gotta earn your respect 'cause these niggaz won't give you none
All this money in this world, you better get you some
'Cause I'ma get to it just as I'm Emma son
I'm a motherfuckin' mood, hella class 'cause I'm schooled
Designed to match my attitude, yeah, the shirt readin' Rhude
Shit, I'm just doin' what I do, if it ain't pape, then I'm cool
I really move, dolo I never mingle with the in crowd
I'm in the field, ten toes down, tryna stay inbound
The circle that I move with today, them niggas been 'round
My niggas, they in love with the pape, they like to switch towns
I know my mama proud of me, even though she raised a thug
I came away from servin' drugs just to make a slug
I couldn't live with bein' broke, it was what it was
Shit, I was raised on survival, had to learn to love
I was taught' get out the way if you can't get it done
Gotta earn your respect 'cause these niggas won't give you none
All this money in this world, you better get you some you some
'Cause I'ma get to it just as sure as I'm Emma son
I was taught' get out the way if you can't get it done
Gotta earn your respect 'cause these niggas won't give you none
All this money in this world, you better get you some
'Cause I'ma get to it just as sure as I'm Emma son
I done seen it all and done it all like twice over
To the point I'll never live this life over
Lookin' for the smoke, fuck it, I'ma call Nike over
Fresh as hell, feelin' godly, I should call Christ over
Askin' for a handout, fuck is you? A pipe smoker
Dretti self-made, baby, really, I'm the rights holder
Known to keep it player, I can fuck her for the night over
But I see a bag in her, I might have to life coach her
Feel like TD Jake just a lil' bit fresher
Treat the stu like the church and the pulpit blowin' pressure
Even in my best mood, I pop a Perc and feel better
I'm a double-C repper, bitch, I put that on whatever
I was taught, "Get out the way if you can't get it done"
Gotta earn your respect 'cause these niggas won't give you none
All this money in this world, you better get you some
'Cause Imma get to it just as sure as I'm Emma son
I was taught, "Get out the way, if you can't get it done"
Gotta earn your respect 'cause these niggaz won't give you none
All this money in this world, you better get you some
'Cause I'ma get to it just as I'm Emma son
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Writer(s): Earl Klugh, Michael Lipscomb Jr
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