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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Etienne Giancarlo Brown
Songwriter
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
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