I was playing with guns
My mom gave me two selections
Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom
I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won
When i'm on it, on it like my job
Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.
Self made self paid man
Can't tell mom the same thang
Curl up like big worm when i drop
I'm falling from god and it's hot
Like a fiend off the best rock
We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.
I though i was red hot
You see him as a god
Murdered every bod from my squad
In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot
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