Letter to Mom

Yeah
Think about the past, boutta every single act
I've been ballin' in the season like I never had a break
I've been ballin' like I'm 50, I be callin' out that ass
Never been a rich, but ain't even gonna flex

How many days, it's been different
Never been worried bout sum, that's called bitches
I'm tryna bring up my cup, but ain't missin'
How bout you, ain't never come in kisses

I've been on the roll now
I've been on the roll ye yeah
I've been on the roll now

And I came up rich hop off the bando
I'm trappin' off with no comando
Broke a heart but ain't a scandal
Drop the song, they want extendos

Non chieder come mi sento
Forse perchè è questo il mio momento
Forse perchè in passato ho perso tempo
Ma ritorno hard me lo riprendo

We broke up but ain't missin'
Now we fightin' in the kitchen
Know she talking but ain't listening
Arguing bout thing that don't make difference

How you stepped in with the shine, nah
Makes a businessman go harder
Make anotha mill and fly out
Make a couple mill and fly out

I can't talk about no bullshit
Cuz I was settled for the real shit
Got my family, they the real shit
And my thotti gettin' hopeless

With that being said I'm gon' stay focused
Whole lotta red in my emotions
And my grandma steady hopin'
That she raised a child that ain't no soulless

R.i.p to fallen soldiers
Now that I got older
Know you got my shoulder
Steady on the rollah
Steady I be grindin'
Steady I be rhymin'
On my bed, she shinin'
We got different timing

Don't forget the paper
And don't forget the lighter
I'm a money chaser
And the weed ain't got me higher

I made this, I'm the baker
I can notice you, the faker
I'm dropping moves on different acres
Lil bitch she fine without no makeup

And I came up rich hop off the bando
I'm trappin' off with no comando
Broke a heart but ain't a scandal
Drop the song, they want extendos

Oh ye
Oh yeah
Oh ye
Uh yeah



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Writer(s): Marcello "sly"
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