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They ask me would I turn Illuminati? I done witnessed too many homis Mack-10s, sawed off shooties Early morning serving all these Aunties Will I die here? Probably Bitches chasing Percocets and Roxies Snotty nose babies calling for their mommies Losing Isiah, far from the Cosby’s First Gray caught the body then Paccs caught the body The Flags caught the body feel like I’m losing everybody The feds snatched up Freak another homie in a week Then QB got bodied, heart racing They found Cookie hanging in that basement I ain’t cry since Grandma, relationship got tighter with this hammer Homies need commissary, Lannah need pampers Bodies keep dropping, homicides need answers Momma said I need to chill if I wanna shot But all the Locs show me love on them number blocks And all the Bloods show me love on them number blocks And all them bitches come in groups and they wanna pop I’ll be damned Mama, they know who I am Mama Still your little boy, to them I’m the man Mama Smile a bit, I shook a couple of hands Mama I’m getting there, I made a couple of bands Mama First check a mansion you can tan, Mama Bout to catch a flight, I’ll hit you when I land Mama Letras de canciones(I’ll hit you when I land Mama, I’ll hit you when I) Lamborghini dreaming cause I got it from the mud Land of no love where the Bloods kill the Bloods Tinted in some foreign shit, right where the goons at Gloved up, mask down, copers could approve that Pullin' up on the block, nigga what’s the shit about? Gotta kill the witnesses, Gray beard sticking out We were all in Mama’s crib niggas running in and out New Jersey Drive, lil' homies that will dig ‘em out Lil bad bitch I fly in and then dig her out And the hoodrat bitches still try to give me mouth Always seem a little different once I kick ‘em out Trying to flip this loft condo into a bigger house Need a bitch that know how to hush when the lead bust And she gotta flush when the Feds rush Mama shootin' dope for a head rush, I was in them cuffs never said much I was in them cuffs never said much, just a government shit sometimes not that Niggas came through shootin’, we just went at shot back Shit I used to dream about I can go and cop that What’s your rules? What’s up in ya bank? I can stop that I don’t pop bottles but tonight is like fuck it I can get enough for all y’all if all y’all fucking Who know about breakfast, who know how to use an oven Mama look at me, how we came up from nothing? Nominated Freshman, I feel like a senior Papi had the spicy bag, stamps was Jalapeno Tell the homies bada-boom ya, they bada-bing ya Any Given Sunday, we will Willie Beam ya Woke up thanking God, another day a nigga breathing I hope that he forgive me, when I catch him, imma leave him Mind full of demons, circle full of heathens If Grandma knew these stories about her babies, she’ll be screaming From Letras Mania