Lyrics:
Born in the 80s
Raised in the 90s
Mom say you the smartest
Dad say you the wisest
What you do for self
Full of myself
Bitch I'm feeling myself
Fresh
shakur for you heard of 2Pac. Mom's stopping me at the door for smallpox
Not even old enough to understand man's disease
Like "Ma, why I gotta wash my
Solo
And if I tell her go then she gone go until it's red
She rather fight beside me than to see me lying dead
Mom ain't raise no punk
Even if your daddy
Should I let myself go?
Should I let myself go?
Ay Mond's not a monster, it's not halloween
My mom's got it right, it was meant to be
What you
Now whatchu gon do?
(Yeah Yeah)
Did you tell your mom the truth?
And all the f***** up s*** you do?
(I doubt it)
We'd be ridin' to Touch me Tease me
to pops, moms, and auntie...
B.F.L.Y
The kid 'bout to be high, the fam 'bout to be alright
'Cause nigga I got the ball now
Referee I make the calls now
to pops, moms, and auntie...
B.F.L.Y
The kid 'bout to be high, the fam 'bout to be alright
'Cause n*gga I got the ball now
Referee I make the calls now
of Valium inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
Roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by
the drugs in my mind
All the damn time
Wish I'd over dose
But I cannot stand by
While y'all live life
Thinking that I'm a joke
I'm mr clean with this shit
His
Should I let myself go?
Should I let myself go?
Ay Mond's not a monster, it's not halloween
My mom's got it right, it was meant to be
What you
Spoken: ALL HALLOWS’ EVE,
A NIGHT WHERE WE FIND MR. HE,
AS SHE STOPS LISTENING TO MONSTER MASH
AND GOES ON A QUEST TO GET MONSTER SMASHED.
cheap we know that but my niggas they gon ride
Ain't no hide and seek everybody up that fye
You ain't really outside you be in by 9
Yeah, I'm with DB
MY ZONE AT ANY TIME OF THE NIGHT
FUELED BY AN AMBITION I STRIVE
TO REIGN UNTIL I TOUCH THE FINISH LINE AND NOW,
WE AIN’T ROLL WITH GATS
WE
One day along my way I met Old Mother Tree
I asked why is everybody wrapped in leaves but me
She told me take a visit down to Mr. Mirror Tree
There
to look)
Gordon Ramsay in the Stu' but who's lettin' him cook? (Like who)
Graduate school, I ain't go by the book (Ain't go by the book)
Fake gangsta gon'
farm trips
A pair of good kids, me and lyss, something like gifts
When presented Mr. Hopkins it was obvious that Mom's pissed
Or dad was doing some' she
me in a daze, nudged me with' his left arm
Told me how him and moms went to city hall, dressed norm
Said she would love me if my eyes were Boateng
featuring Fiend Mr. Serv On
[Fiend]
I have a testimony
Skull I have a testimony
[Skull Duggery]
I must watch every rectangle triangle my
shirt by Chams with my Sergio Valenti jeans
And my mirror never lies but it always verifies
I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie
(who me?), Hold on
Fuck that shit (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Bitch, it's EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon' testify
Price for a feature,
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
the sky
May God Bless
Who am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressure
The 40 Water call mi "ski" (hey)
The most aggressive
I was raised up where we say "blood"
to the park off in bunches
Mom's chillin out with her sister and pops
Kaos in the front gettin sweated by cops
Shootin hoops at the ( ? ), take the bus
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