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It was hot, 100 in the shade
When Mary got a note from this guy named Gabe
She don't remember getting pregnant but, she did
And by all accounts she

who really be rappin’
No really as matter of fact man talks a lot when I’m turnin’ my back and
I really know people who shootin’ and Robin, no joker no

(uh huh uh huh uh huh…)

Mommy back it up a little bit (a little bit)
Let me see you rub your chi chis a little bit (a little bit)
Don’t need a lot

and act broke but I'm good when I'm doing the math
Invested properly I made it and doubled it back
Took some losses, part of being the boss bitch
Learned

that
But I don't even care
A couple years later, we been through a lot
Things haven't always been the easiest, we fought
Looking back it's worth

a farmer I’m tryna see a lot green
Shorty fucked up
I won’t hear apologizes
Got my gun on me so there’s no robbery
Only myself is what’s stopping
And I’m

seem to get a little too close
How'd it go from love you to incognito
That's absolutely nuts I can't do this no more
I'm finna take this step back

niggas, lames and impostors
That's why I keep that pole on me close
Just like I'ma Rasta
If he not fucking witcha' clique
Then how is he your Partner
He'll

in the dark
They told me dont swear to god
I swear to god i hope
Every queen boss up
Yeah i know yo sprit been tossed up
They dont really care
They

a couple of sharks, and they stay by my side if its blood then we chasin' down
Mike pack in the air got us all booted lemme see what this strain is about
Bet

she is not for Yale
All red stinger a demon, cop from a lot in hell 
My ex said Goto hell, I saw her soon as we got to hell 
Tough
93 octane
What’s in

i preach the testament
I could list a whole army we better than
New hits back  and forth like the Wimbledon 
Yeah I done moved up a lot 
Couple moves

Headless, man it's so hard not to act reckless
Too whom much is given, more is lost
I was drinking JD pints on the rocks
Uh light one up to Bobby Boss
I'll be

The Back Seats Of The Rolls!
Fuck A Gt, I Pull Up In The Cls
There Guts soft Like My Female Breast
Is It a V12, Yes!
I cop the uncopable nigga, you
Can't

sense, and dass why I got dollas
I was told the rules, I'm old school
Like my pop fatha

I was showed da moves
Schooled by the olda dudes

How to show

easy to truck em
You could send a beat
Send a hit imma body that
Never see the boss wit a Bitch
If her body wack
Show me what it is nigga
Ain't tryna

There's nothing to appreciate except a lot of waiting

It's lose-lose buckaroos and your loss is blatant
And who to show and prove to accept your boss Satan

it's my mom and pop
If heaven is real I know it's O that's helping Don a lot
My sister lost her husband she wasn't married a year yet
I love her I hope

really want me to be
With you or the kids you've been planting These seeds
I ain't mad I know you blind by greed
This is my divorce song

My divorce song

and stab me in the back
Who you think you is?
What typa affect you think you give
Been analyzing me bit by bit
You dead weight that I won't lift
Whoo
Who you

like, oh well
Life is what you make it, and I ain't gon make it stale
Feelin like G O D, if you don't love me then Ima give ya

Not alot of attention

I Miss

Jack Parow

Jack Parow

the Boss and Wings
I miss puzzles with mom and playing with play dough
tell me where in the world is Carmen Sandiego
I miss giving girls lifts home on my

4 My Momma
                By: AC Da’ Perfecto 


			          Chorus/Hook:
               

                        This For My Momma;

got it mastered, bitch I could start teaching it
The scary this is ain't reached my peak with it, ah
Still independent, nigga I'm a boss
Check my net