Lyrics

My momma be mad at me Felt like a fuckup a tragedy Every night dream about racks on me I keep doing shit that is bad for me This life Ain't right Cut throat Steak knife I gloat In spite All them lonely nights My momma be mad at me Felt like a fuckup a tragedy Every night dream about racks on me I keep doing shit that is bad for me This life Ain't right Cut throat Steak knife I gloat In spite All them lonely nights Save up my money and spend it on rocks My PO just called now I gotta detox Buying a lot now I'm changing the stocks My car be driving itself like robot Scraping the pot Get to the bottom Searching for gold like the wrap on my condom Smoke like a chimney avoiding my problems My heart is so cold but spit heat like a sauna Count up in the back of the car I'm making waves tsunami hard Hip hop heads they love my bars Add to the culture I'm going far Do wat I do and they hate me why Love making records I love getting high Keep to myself and I'm loving the vibe Don't know where I'm going enjoying the ride My momma be mad at me Felt like a fuckup a tragedy Every night dreams about racks on me I keep doing shit that is bad for me This life Ain't right Cut throat Steak knife I gloat In spite All them lonely nights My momma be mad at me Felt like a fuckup a tragedy Every night dreams about racks on me I keep doing shit that is bad for me This life Ain't right Cut throat Steak knife I gloat In spite All them lonely nights I done made decisions I'm living like a Tipton Working on my mission Go and get it like prescriptions In her mouth no dental Go retarded I'm so mental Don't try me it's consequential They outline you like a stencil Try and ride the wave get drowned Feel like Lebron I'm the king need a crown Cant cuff a bitch that be sleeping around Order my clothes get my drip out of town Damn I can rap I'm like look what I found Haters gon say they don't like how I sound On the court making hoes wet out of bounds At work I don't eat so I'm shedding the pounds My momma be mad at me Felt like a fuckup a tragedy Every night dream about racks on me I keep doing shit that is bad for me This life Ain't right Cut throat Steak knife I gloat In spite All them lonely nights
Writer(s): Etienne Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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