Word 2 Mommy

[Verse 1] We do this shit for the love of the money, it don't love you back Started with a grizzy, tryin’ to bubble to a hundred pack Place to place on the paper chase with the devil dancin' Hoping God got me, if not then I'm runnin’ out of chances Luck ain't got shit to do with this level up I turn my lessons to lucci, now I'm Gucci, no competitor close Fuck boasts it's all about what you gross The brokest nigga always speaking the most That shit be cheap talk You're not a boss until you got a plate your team can eat off Out the whole pie, we try to stash like three-fourths Me and my Gs reach snort from East New York to Lockport Making paychеck every drop off Know some niggas that was on thе road to the riches But then they got lost Ended up on the highway to hell, stressed and knocked off Life and times of a dope boy, kail is in the cards, it's hard to beat the odds Be smart and cherish your joy [Chorus] At night I pray that God got me I did so much dirt I wouldn't be surprised if they shot me Bro doly, just me and a glicky I don't need a posse As the world turns I’m out to get it, word to mommy At night I pray that God got me I did so much dirt I wouldn’t be surprised if they shot me Bro doly, just me and a glicky I don't need a posse As the world turns I’m out to get it, word to mommy [Verse 2] Do this for the love of the block but this shit don't love you back Same place niggas hate, plot, and slug you at Fake love is dangerous, look what it did to Thundercat Chinx, L, and Stack Judas might come with a hug attached Only get one shot at this shit and you can't run it back I'd rather shoot you first and deal with whatever come with that Friend turn enemy then stay that way Especially if envy why you made the play I pick up on your energy, yo it ain’t that hard to read it You can look between the lines And you may comprehend the meaning Got the same goals but you ain't have the smart to reach it I made it this far, I'm still shaking off my demons They follow me, I see them when I'm dreaming Just a casualty of plenty nights when I was schemin' Shoot the crowd, don't care who we hit up and then we breezin' Attitude is fuck the world as long as I'm breathin' Mommy said your soul weak as sin, go see the deacon 3AM I'm chasing the root of evil with heathens Heaven or Hell, what you believe in? I probably did enough to go to both, so now we even [Chorus] At night I pray that God got me I did so much dirt I wouldn't be surprised if they shot me Bro doly, just me and a glicky I don't need a posse As the world turns I'm out to get it, word to mommy At night I pray that God got me I did so much dirt I wouldn't be surprised if they shot me Bro doly, just me and a glicky I don't need a posse As the world turns I'm out to get it, word to mommy [Outro: Sample] I appreciate what you're trying to do, I really do But I just need one more skull, just bring me one more head ple- I need one more fucking head, you fuck!