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Umbilical Cord 21:17
by J. Lee LastPick
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Stop all that hatin (Pare)
I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper
Stop all that hatin (Dale)
Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors
Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater)
(Baby cries)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh)
Cut the umbilical cord (Aye)
Dis can't be found in a store (Aye)
Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin
Guess dats a habit of yours
Whoaa
All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks
But see you check in on ya boy (Aye)
Runnin my views, I know you do
Keep coming' back give me more
Whoaa
I can turn 25 into 100
Went to them people, they said that I done it
Kick in the door and got that with some money
Check the report, that aint all of my money
Shorty be hatin' but that's how she comin
I won't pick up that's a waste of my buttons
If homie hatin then he must be buggin
While you was livin' I watched how u love it
Nah open the door cause Im out to get it
Took a minute to feel it and rock the fitted
Now its snug on the chips I'm about to spend
I put dat on some weight cause I'm bout my fitness
I should give you a job, you in my business
Who you with channel 5, like you a witness
You should work with the Narc and they whole division
Cause you all on my tip like you workin' wit em
Wait
He aint really bout dat life
Heard when he left that he gave it to Christ
Homie you right
Now I can see when you snake and start cutting you outta my life
Funny how when I was fighting for life
People to me that its gon be Aight
Now that I'm free and I'm getting this hype
Now they done switched and they look, but don't like
Stop all that hatin (Pare)
I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper
Stop all that hatin (Dale)
Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors
Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater)
(Baby cries)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh)
Cut the umbilical cord (Aye)
This can't be found in a store (Aye)
Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin
Guess that's a habit of yours
Whoaa
All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks
But you, you check in on ya boy (Aye)
Runnin my views, I know you do
Keep coming' back give me more
Aye
Turn on the YouTube
He rappin' and 30, I think he got screws loose
He think he the new school
I really don't like him, he thinkin' he too cool
Ohh, he got on new shoes
Boy that's dem 90's, I thought he was gettin' loot
Wait
You clockin' my moves
How bout you tell me who really who
Nah watch how dey flock when I play the flute
They hate dat I'm hot when I'm in the booth
Shout out to yo' group
I KNOW I GET SPIN IN THEY WHIP ANY DAY THAT YOU NOT INCLUDED
I body a beat, put it in the cooler
Compare me to no one that's on your ruler
I left out this thing and left nothing to her
Came back with that Bag all on my medulla
Hater just breathe
It take a minute to see that I'm blessed with a different speed
I want that Cheese
I don't want nothing else that they be talkin' or think that I need
I think dat they sleep
But I got somethin' to wake em up out it, no catchin' no Z's
Man I'ma eat
Way too much food at the table fa me to be stuck in deez streets
Stop all dat hatin (Pare)
I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper
Stop all that hatin (Dale)
Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors
Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater)
(Baby cries)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh)
Cut the umbilical cord (Aye)
This can't be found in a store (Aye)
Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin
Guess dats a habit of yours
Whoaa
All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks
But you, you check in on ya boy (Aye)
Runnin my views, I know you do
Keep coming' back give me more
Whoaa
Stop all that hatin (Pare)
I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper
Stop all that hatin (Dale)
Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors
Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater)
(Baby cries)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh)
Cut the umbilical cord (Aye)
Dis can't be found in a store (Aye)
Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin
Guess dats a habit of yours
Whoaa
All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks
But see you check in on ya boy (Aye)
Runnin my views, I know you do
Keep coming' back give me more
Whoaa
I can turn 25 into 100
Went to them people, they said that I done it
Kick in the door and got that with some money
Check the report, that aint all of my money
Shorty be hatin' but that's how she comin
I won't pick up that's a waste of my buttons
If homie hatin then he must be buggin
While you was livin' I watched how u love it
Nah open the door cause Im out to get it
Took a minute to feel it and rock the fitted
Now its snug on the chips I'm about to spend
I put dat on some weight cause I'm bout my fitness
I should give you a job, you in my business
Who you with channel 5, like you a witness
You should work with the Narc and they whole division
Cause you all on my tip like you workin' wit em
Wait
He aint really bout dat life
Heard when he left that he gave it to Christ
Homie you right
Now I can see when you snake and start cutting you outta my life
Funny how when I was fighting for life
People to me that its gon be Aight
Now that I'm free and I'm getting this hype
Now they done switched and they look, but don't like
Stop all that hatin (Pare)
I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper
Stop all that hatin (Dale)
Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors
Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater)
(Baby cries)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh)
Cut the umbilical cord (Aye)
This can't be found in a store (Aye)
Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin
Guess that's a habit of yours
Whoaa
All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks
But you, you check in on ya boy (Aye)
Runnin my views, I know you do
Keep coming' back give me more
Aye
Turn on the YouTube
He rappin' and 30, I think he got screws loose
He think he the new school
I really don't like him, he thinkin' he too cool
Ohh, he got on new shoes
Boy that's dem 90's, I thought he was gettin' loot
Wait
You clockin' my moves
How bout you tell me who really who
Nah watch how dey flock when I play the flute
They hate dat I'm hot when I'm in the booth
Shout out to yo' group
I KNOW I GET SPIN IN THEY WHIP ANY DAY THAT YOU NOT INCLUDED
I body a beat, put it in the cooler
Compare me to no one that's on your ruler
I left out this thing and left nothing to her
Came back with that Bag all on my medulla
Hater just breathe
It take a minute to see that I'm blessed with a different speed
I want that Cheese
I don't want nothing else that they be talkin' or think that I need
I think dat they sleep
But I got somethin' to wake em up out it, no catchin' no Z's
Man I'ma eat
Way too much food at the table fa me to be stuck in deez streets
Stop all dat hatin (Pare)
I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper
Stop all that hatin (Dale)
Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors
Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater)
(Baby cries)
Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh)
Cut the umbilical cord (Aye)
This can't be found in a store (Aye)
Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin
Guess dats a habit of yours
Whoaa
All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks
But you, you check in on ya boy (Aye)
Runnin my views, I know you do
Keep coming' back give me more
Whoaa