(LamarcusJ all on the beats now) Facts (Byeperfect) All love, everything I'm my momma's second child, but I already knew that I was one of one Saying Zoey, this ain't no one on one Ayy, all the snitches, yeah
I'm my momma's second child, I always knew that I was one of one You can do it by yo' self, I'm living proof, I went from nothin' to somethin' I know how it feel to be down bad on yo' dick, don't wanna ask for money Go with your first mind, don't ask for shit, nigga them racks is comin' I ain't hate on no nigga Wait my turn, now I'm havin' plenty Crumb to a loaf, now this shit long, I'm finna touch the ceiling This shit hit here different, pulled out forty, just 'cause of how I'm feeling Remember I didn't have forty dollars, they ain't come get me It had me in my feelings
Thinking 'bout Blaze sometimes, I get to reminiscing Day dreaming, just looking at my diamonds, watchin' how they glisten I come from the gutter, watch yo' back 'cause this shit here get tricky These young nigga, they slimey, wipe yo' nose and po', rest in piss Play with Yay, you get your issue like I got tissue How I'm gon' bless the bitch Can't wait to send the blitz, already knew this shit gon' come with this I'm tryna put up they whole clique, tryna move on at the same time Got one foot in and one foot out, stood in and gave a shit, I can't lie But I will tell my son, "Don't be a gangster", but if he play with you, then stand tall Went from boy to man, I ain't gon' lie, my momma raised a boss At tailgates, you can't talk Everybody stay quiet, you gon' walk Just fall back, and peep the scene, have a stand off, give a magazine Stuffing twenty of Alabaster Jeans, in Cali', blowing racks on Melrose Learned my stripes like shell toes and I'm stayin' strapped like Velcro I ain't gon' lie, that shit be fucking with me, talking to Montez on a jail phone They hold him too long, be on some M's 'fore he come home This shirt was white, now it's roll tide Who they say don't be outside? Can't fuck with bro, better pick a side Get caught in the middle, it get you clipped Get put in the air just like a blimp Gotta curve, this bitch a pimp Can't be faded, started slowing down on temps I tell 'em, "Aim for the neck, don't do no attempts" 'Cause if you gon' do it, then do it right That boy sleep all day, then wait for night Reach for my chain, get put up like kites Be with my Glock just like Mike and Ike Be with my gun just like cups of ice Be with my strap just like pucks of ice I'm just tryna let you know you better not play with this, 'cause this your life
I'm my momma's second child, I always knew that I was one of one You can do it by yo' self, I'm living proof, I went from nothin' to somethin' I know how it feel to be down bad on yo' dick, don't wanna ask for money Go with your first mind, don't ask for shit, nigga them racks is comin' I ain't hate on no nigga Wait my turn, now I'm havin' plenty Crumb to a loaf, now this shit long, I'm finna touch the ceiling This shit hit here different, pulled out forty, just 'cause of how I'm feeling Remember I didn't have forty dollars, they ain't come get me It had me in my feelingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
