Mamas trouble

Yeah Yeah Water frozen stylist Colder bolder older Hit my shoulder bitch move over I don't play these games call of duty hit your brain I'll end your pain You is not alone Don't come at me sideways I'll shoot your dome Just come in be silent You is not gonna try me You got all that milage don't let me come up and swipe it Nod your head be quiet I don't think straight when I'm violent Ain't had no time then But I got time now Heard you talking dirty Heard you talking loud Go and run ya mouth This pistol talk back it got shout You let your mama down Now she screaming hella loud She come interrogate everybody who saw you out She know the system won't help her ass out she getting out I woke up knowing what I did Took away a life I took away somebody's kid I ain't let nobody know what happen to that kid Wake up every morning feeling nauseous feeling sick Little did I know His mama was outside interrogating every soul You thought she was a Jehovah witness knocking on doors But little did I know she was creeping to my door She is so unstable with a Glock 44 Going crazy losing myself in my thoughts and my emotions Ima psycho hold my bible pray to god I'm not your rival Hitting up the studio my microphone gon hear my problems I got time to spend on my mind on my plans Ima start fresh water dripping so wet Always working no rest no bed no friends Well dressed drip check That's why I need hella bread Hella bands hella checks Hella racks hella gems Wake up to these birds it's so quiet I hear words Hella early I'm so tired I can't see its a blur Hear a knock at the door who could that be Nine in the morning Look outside ain't no cars on my driveway or the curb Open up the door peek outside with my gun close Look side to side see all black I see gun smoke I cannot react caught off guard I feel so cold This is for my son You is dying slow