Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt
Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk
Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day
Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,
My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.
So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face
I said mom it aint just a phase im into the beats
Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans
For the next one to call me up talking that shit
Don't blame my mom, she got fired over some bullshit
Niggas talk with limited service
Get a call from my mom, one love/
I remember what my father said
This is like love, that you can never get
And that's how my story ends: my mom died
You see dem boys sign me to the scope right
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