Cowboy in New York

My mama told me it's gonna be okay I should've believed you And I ain't want you to go to the heaven, mama I still need you You was in disguise, couldn't recognize mama I need to see you Now I question God about it all, I'm asking them Well, what did we do? We ain't deserve this pain And why's our world full of rain I'm trying to see the green grass on a good bright sunny day I'm trying to hold my mama and tell her don't worry mama I got you She told me watch out for that fake love So when I see it, I spot you If you need me I got you But don't cross me out, I demand respect Don't give it and I'll crop you And I got Crips that pop too I got bloods down the road to respect LoCs and the color blue My heart's cold, I got no flu Don't let me sneeze this opp too Creeping tonight Black shoes, black shirt And the pants black too And if you're not one deep, whoever you with Shit, they get a cap too Aye guards! I might just smack this dude The people that came with shit we going to cap them too I'll make them regret it, like a bad tattoo Say you want smoke Take a hit and pass it back and I'm going to pass that tool Ayo C4, pass me the tool Run through his crib I want the cash and the loot I choke him out until his face turn blue Like Benjamin Franklin that's my favorite lo He say he want some cannabis Burn him down to a roach I caught him lacking chit-chatting on his grandma's porch I'm on the back of the gun, the other side is no fun Y'all think that dude y'all daddy Bitch you my son! I had your mama eating my llama for breakfast and lunch I hung your brother with a shoelace No face, no case And now we're back to square one That money calling is trying to holla I'm looking for gwalla These nat nats be tryna sidetrack Man, I tell him to stop it Look right on Smoke me a woody I'm feeling goodie I'm gone I told the earth, I'm going out, I'll be back home Good dope, good dope, I roll it up yeah Aktivist sip pour, I pour a four in my double cup Why? 'Cause I'm in love with these drugs Yes, I'm in love with these drugs Bitch I'm in love with these drugs Yes, I'm in love with these drugs Hot like fire when I ignite her She want me to kiss her Her name's Sativa She told me Indica was her stepsister She's from Switzerland, the other one's Dutch And if hes a opp for sho, then the optimo will get rolled up And I threw him in the backwood Now he's john doe'd up I burnt him like a Philly His top looking frizzy He was some aight smoke bruh But if you got five on the white owl well then you might tote some Slinging berretas, we down for whatever My crips just might blow some And how you mess up the rotation? Just take a hit and pass it back And they know how I'm stepping I'm from the south side of the map I be south side stepping Chin checking that mac 11 will send them to heaven Somebody call up the reverend, now