Mother's Day
It was Mother's Day 2023
Niggas hit the trap spot and took everything away from me
Momma smiling sister smiling while these niggas up they heat
Phone jumping off the meter while I watch these niggas flea
I'm just pacing around the crib hand on my head want niggas dead
Thinking maybe this a sign but nigga fuck it I need bread
Every time I get ahead I get knocked back down to earth
I wanna kill nigga right here spin his block defend my turf
Shooting guns just like they nerfs
Hollow tips they rip his shirt ole it make my dick hard
How this nina pistol squirt 60 grand
But is it worth me putting a nigga on a shirt
A lifetime of paying niggas, niggas putting my name in dirt
Grind harder think smarter man my sons need they father
Momma call me everyday talking bout I need a daughter
I can't see no jail cell most these niggas cop callers
Long as I stay my course Imma be the top baller
Doing shows for top dollar Gucci shirts I pop collars
Chocolate rollies rose gold make ya bitch a cock swoller
When I lead these niggas follow treat the Stu like the Apollo
He was hard but he turned hollow loyalty is just my motto
In the yams with J and rado talking how these niggas broke
They telling me that I'm a boss and I can pay to give em smoke
Don't cost a thing to give em hope just let em hang you gave em rope
I can take em out the game cuz I'm the Gm and the coach
I'm in a great mood
Niggas hit the trap spot and took everything away from me
Momma smiling sister smiling while these niggas up they heat
Phone jumping off the meter while I watch these niggas flea
I'm just pacing around the crib hand on my head want niggas dead
Thinking maybe this a sign but nigga fuck it I need bread
Every time I get ahead I get knocked back down to earth
I wanna kill nigga right here spin his block defend my turf
Shooting guns just like they nerfs
Hollow tips they rip his shirt ole it make my dick hard
How this nina pistol squirt 60 grand
But is it worth me putting a nigga on a shirt
A lifetime of paying niggas, niggas putting my name in dirt
Grind harder think smarter man my sons need they father
Momma call me everyday talking bout I need a daughter
I can't see no jail cell most these niggas cop callers
Long as I stay my course Imma be the top baller
Doing shows for top dollar Gucci shirts I pop collars
Chocolate rollies rose gold make ya bitch a cock swoller
When I lead these niggas follow treat the Stu like the Apollo
He was hard but he turned hollow loyalty is just my motto
In the yams with J and rado talking how these niggas broke
They telling me that I'm a boss and I can pay to give em smoke
Don't cost a thing to give em hope just let em hang you gave em rope
I can take em out the game cuz I'm the Gm and the coach
I'm in a great mood
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Writer(s): James Fedd
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