Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Then they come up to me with a fucking loaded
All she want is one love, that money and that come with me
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
You be get up on this fly shit baby
I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase
Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...
But then you went and ditched me, you fucking left the city
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
At night she asks me to sing her one of my melodies,
But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze
Then this kid walked up to me, was spewing facts of hell,
‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well
But one day, she with her husband and child went to a crowded place
Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always
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