Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms
But did you think about your mom,
These bitches appear quicker than state farm
I slumped, in my chair and my grades
Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,
Can't tell mom the same thang
So part of the plan
My mom gave me two selections
Look this the joint that could get me the spins
Full of shit, like i ate that john
Well go cry to your mom
Strapped up attacking mom nature
If they ain’t talking bout paper
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