mothers hug

Yop Look Okay Okay Yep Swear these niggas would be having if it paid 'em just to pocket watch He wanted static but I'm busy laughing at his entourage I started snapping out of nowhere like a crocodile But everything on purpose this shit nothing like a pocket dial What I'm rocking wild, it got me smiling 'cus it's out of stock I'm so presidential how I'm popping prolly shock Barak Say she like my ice it make her cream without the Häagen-Dazs I guess I'm kinda odd I paint her face and think I'm like Sauret Niggas chatting more than they be rapping turned the booth into the gossip spot Always make it happen never stagnant I don't wallow much F*ck the GPS I'm cutting traffic just to follow bucks Shouting out the plug I don't need the CVS for counter drugs I den seen all kind of thugs, man Really they just need they momma hug (what) Really I just need my momma hug And my pops to show me how to beat the odds That ain't a lot I wanna rock, she wants a rock but we don't mean it in the same way You traveled round the block came to me just for a vacay That's crazy how my back stabbed and she ain't need no melee But I hate to call it quits it go against how I was raised Now I'm up late, looking out for peace and I ain't sleeping till the payday Been locked inside my room so you can speak to me through jay pay I ain't sliding out without them tints and staying prayed up I'll take all the risk and make my brother go the safe way Need me an audience that's big enough to live off art work I'm playin' part, pouring into music when my heart hurt That and stacking up enough to cover what my cart worth This a open diary hope I miss the charts It ain't much to harvest out my yard my guard been up for years I f*ck wit many from a far but it be hard to trust the peers I ain't here to hear from others ear to numbers what I trust I'm brushing ash up off the bills, I dropped my blunt 'cus I was rushing How he think he one of us but we don't never let 'em near The only time I do discussion with the nigga in the mirror How I feel I'm good sitting here, I'm way too high to steer I got the bright idea to write some shit it's time to pioneer Man, what, look 'Cus I got way too high to steer Really I just need my momma hug (I got way too high to) (What) Look If I appear to be annoyed don't approach me on no joking shit Bro see what I'm holding get to scolding on his brokie shit The music got me motion sick I got no time to coach a hoe She liking my attire I ain't trying this the smokers fit Ain't you quit? Damn you still a pro at dick choking I know I got wounds open so I'm coping on my dolo shit I'm on the road to rich I need the - at all the local shows Them niggas get no chicken let delusion give 'em bones to pick