His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds
Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option
My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing
Because there ain't no coming back from that
But you're gonna have a fit
Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that
If you have an insolent bitch fit
And, there's no time so fit,
Me and you just need to talk a bit
All wale talking is ambition
I couldn't possibly fit in
For a perfect mother’s day
A foster mum while they
But more importantly taught me to pray
His old man always did his mum the wrong way
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