I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not
I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job
She can only take so much more than her heart got
I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,
The principle came up and she said i did a good job,
I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got
Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,
You have no job, just lazy.
You a lady boss, now you fly free
Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job
On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
But it don't matter i'm a cool shot
When are ya gonna get ya self a job,
No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.
Cause my mother let me do what i want
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