STAGE / MOMMA

Man, I ain't gonna lie to you, I'm sitting here mad as f*ck All of these songs you be sending me, they cool, but it's like You not releasing them (BLACK LEATHER) I'm gonna smack the f*ck out of you Like, deadass Drop some shit I don't wanna keep coming to the messages just to hear, like, this one part I had in my head Like, bro, you're gonna to get the f*ck smacked out of you I'm being deadass too, I'm not fucking playing with you right now Drop this shit Huh! You better get back I used to skip class, that's why everything I make go dumb Ace go hard in the paint I'm bouta to hang on the rim while I dunk I only do what I want I can never do a f*ck Everything you make is junk Bitch, this black boy takin' back punk (This black boy takin' back punk) This black boy takin' back punk (This black boy takin' back punk) This black boy takin' back punk Black boy takin' back punk Bitch, this black boy takin' back punk Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! All that ignorant chit-chat, I get a big bat I'm steppin' up to the plate Swinging so hard, when I hit 'em it sound like a kick drum Bitch, I'm serving the base Fire shooting at the edge of big stage Stunt on these niggas like Cirque Du Soleil Always mumbling... under your breath but you wouldn't ever say that shit to my face, huh Anyways, I stay sinning I don't need advice from none of y'all And I'm not kidding I sound like a knock-off Fade 'Em All Yes, I'm admitting Fought my demons and it was a draw No one's winning Let my choppa sing a fucking song You're block, I'm spinning Had to wear another... nigga's clothes Somehow, that's fitting Throw temper tantrums with the sauce I'm double dripping Two hands when I'm playin' with her buns That's double dribble Man, I swear these niggas is my sons Image spitting You niggas will never make a hit I go 9 innings (HOME RUN!) (AHH! AHH! AAHHHHHH!) Show after show, gettin booked We not on the same page Got so many fits, I feel like Wisdom... Kaye Been a marathon ahead of my age Boy, you was fake from the jump I'm movin' forward with grace 'Cause why would I hop in my feelings and hate When I could just hop on a stage AHHHHHH! Ugh, ugh, Get a job or go to school to please my momma Quit my job and now I'm doin' what I wanna Small circle, I ain't fuckin' with the drama I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out Get a job or go to school to please my momma Quit my job and now I'm stressin' 'bout a dollar Everybody tryna grab me by the collar I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out Hammer time Stop, you can't touch this In my bag tonight Real life Rick Sanchez in this bitch Motherfuckers gettin' mortified Off the bean I'm out this galaxy Higher than a satellite Shining bright Bitch, I'm a star You little boys camera shy It's sad to see Attention is what you seek And no one bats and eye 23 The number that be on my jersey Comparin my stats to Mike That's legacy No one bestin' me I don't even need to keep score Honestly For the spotlight, I'm a whore And I ain't even tryna hide it Ugh, ugh, Get a job or go to school to please my momma Quit my job and now I'm doin' what I wanna Small circle, I ain't fuckin' with the drama I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out Get a job or go to school to please my momma Quit my job and now I'm stressin' 'bout a dollar Everybody tryna grab me by the collar I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out