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If you don't stop playing with me, my mama said | She gon' whoop your ass, your ass | If you don't stop playing with me, my grandma said
If you don't stop playing with me, my mama said She gon' whoop your ass, your ass If you don't stop playing with me, my grandma said She gon' whoop your ass, your ass, your ass I got my money stack, you know we gon' do this for the reals I wanna die today, that's really how a gangster feel Let's get this over with, my eyes drift to windowsill If you don't take this picture, nigga, I'm pushin' back that peel, I guess That's the summer that my mama raised a soldier I look at pictures now and all that's changed is grinded-down molars And of course, some absent members, you wouldn't known if I ain't told ya 'Cause I never shut up 'bout all of my niggas, for real, I mean How could I, when even in life, I never let them rest? We would hoot, holler, annoy mama, synonyms for jest She checked up on us and found a basketball where our heads rest Now my chain follow heartbeat as it tap up on my chest Ever since magic entered my life, I don't know what to believe But I look up at the sky, realize I'm co-optin' all your themes Niggas rip off arms in names of heart they carried on they sleeves He said, "I'm sorry I killed that boy, but he tried to kill my dreams," okay I don't get it, but some thing's better left unknown OG ask what she did for the punishment of me not comin' home Well, I ain't been the same since they shot baby boy up in his dome And grandma, you ain't been the same since his father followed him home Hands cradled on my face, the memories that it brings Tinnitus in my ears, you can't imagine the sound, it rings Must be the same as hearin' me constantly mention the angel wings I only say it 'cause another one will rise when they hear the strings go If you don't stop playing with me, my mama said She gon' whoop your ass, your ass, your ass My mama taught me squabble, I'm always ready to wobble But not just demons, even beliefs, I hit deep water with goggles I have my enemies toggled Been steppin' on demons for so long I got a permanent hobble And I've been workin' on myself 'cause mama told me to Just know a foot all in your ass is truly overdue Shout out my brodie, that's my dog, he five years sober too I learned to show my empathy so I can live in truth Hope you can live it too My mama really with the extra, she'll beat your ass I done seen it with my own two, she low-key fast She got a cold right hook and a low-key jab Say her name in vain, no mama say no homie pass Lost my pops when I was one, she was my only dad Ain't feel like I was missin' one, that was my only brag She call me bro, but she a-trippin', say, "Don't bro me back" Give me whatever and she never say, "You owe me back" So I'm gon' ball like number eight, afro Kobe back And if we fall, we gon' ball again and then restack And ain't no ho up in my heart, mama taught me that And ain't no mark up in my blood 'cause mama taught me scrap And if you run up as a grown man, I'm gon' react And you gon' lose, but it's cool, come back when you repatch And if I lose, extend my hand to you and we rehash Mama said, "Come do it now before your ass is grass" If you don't stop playing with me, my mama said She gon' whoop your ass, your ass, your ass They pay to play while I play with me Have a seat, mama said no strong mind weak, but a hard head get that ass beat Pop said lock while he drink that spare teach In the end, I think about him in my sleep, but I'm noddin' off deep like tryna get these songs right In the beat like thinkin' back like All this lil' time we got left It beat my ass for so long I forgot what I did like Probably missed steps like that switch bite Spinnin' lines, runnin' lines, had a song, right I thought I was seein' shit twice Shit hit different on site Ten feet, I was just deep, swimmin' in feelings I never needed friends, but I always had 'em Made me think if I didn't, could you imagine no visit? If I never had a gang on my twin laughin', I'd probably be crashin' out Shot brothers glassy, what you know about What I would've done, who never would've been talked about? What around is all about word of mouth, fuck a caption This real life, fuck what they talk about It's will, right, what family don't talk about Dead chapters, you know we kill like every night, but it's don't tell Still fuck 12, that's how it be Every day when I wake up, I try to breathe Break it down before you cut on the beat Niggas sellin' demons like fronto in the street We sayin' pigs still got a job, don't lose sleep They need to lose teeth for the badge over the heartbeat Like all over the trauma, still ain't healed, fucked up, you got me Down in my head, that's so homegrown, I swear
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