Momma wasn't there
Never came back
For a nigga
Puff it then pass it
Then feel it hopin this hitting your spirit
Momma was caught in them drugs
Why I would never get near it
Thought that my pops was a million
Got his own problems
I'm feeling back to my room and I cried
Grand daddy
Knock on the door
Putting my feelings aside visions of seeing me cry
Fuck It
I needed my pride
Back when my moma was high
Looking like death in her eyes
That was the very last time that I provided my time
Hoping my spirit will rise
Right now I stay on my grind
Right now I stay on grind

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