The Reason Why I'm Sane

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Up on my pimp shit, I've been always stacking cash
We knowing we made it flip your whip, no strings attached
Up in the city theses niggas haten for fame
If it really came too it theses niggas fake they stay the same

I been fucked up in the head, wanting a walk down
Theses bitches on my dick when they use to be acting stuck up
Told my momma just don't worry, wipe your eyes I feel your pain
Shorty said who calling your phone?, just a bitch that want my chain

If a goofy nigga try it, put a bullet in his brain
She be steady on my dick, now she got to see me on top
Coming from a place where it was hard, call it a block
Wish my niggas have some faith, pray to god to see the day
I done made it to this point and Ian' even catch a case
It's 200 on the dash, we up in sports we going fast
And you know my bitch concited with some ass alotta cash

And I know my baby special she the reason why I'm sane
Rip my baby zae, you diss on zae, you get erase
Shawty don't you cry, swear baby you a thug
She tell me why I do the shit I do?, cause I'm the one

You seen how it really gets, but baby this the way we live
She told me you gotta chill, cause baby this your kid
I was just a youngen none of y'all know how I feel
We was posted up on leonard, little place call it the field
Told her baby don't you lie to me you better keep it real
You can do what you want, but if I do it don't you trip

I wanna love you but I don't know how I feel
Maybe the liquor fuckin' up my train of thought
This a letter to my bubba about me and your precious momma
I know you're momma stressing she don't really like the drama
She grew up in the trenches, but she always stacking commas

Up on my pimp shit, I've been always stacking cash
We knowing we made it flip your whip, no strings attached
Up in the city theses niggas haten for fame
If it really came too it theses niggas fake they stay the same
Told my momma just don't worry, wipe your eyes I feel your pain
Shorty said who calling your phone?, just a bitch that want my chain

It's 200 on the dash, we up in sports we going fast
And you know my bitch concited with some ass alotta cash
And I know my baby special she the reason why I'm sane
Rip my baby zae, you diss on zae, you get erase

Shawty don't you cry, swear baby you a thug
She tell me why I do the shit I do?, cause I'm the one
She told me you gotta chill, cause baby this your kid
I was just a youngen none of y'all know how I feel

I wanna love you but I don't know how I feel
Maybe the liquor fuckin' up my train of thought
This a letter to my bubba about me and your precious momma
I know you're momma stressing she don't really like the drama
She grew up in the trenches, but she always stacking commas

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