On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them
I care for you more than my mum
It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby
Bitch, i flow like shady back when his mum made him crazy,
Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man
Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can
By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Teach you how to rope a chick
Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick
But i will still give your mum my drops of cum
I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from
My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
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