I.B.S

[Intro]

Let me tell y'all a lil' story about myself

This right here is a true story, check it out though, uhh...

[Verse 1]

Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality

Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy

You know my attitude: arrogant, cocky, rude

Eating off papi food, used to be a stocky dude

Weighed two-twenty, with two honeys, I move money

It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy

I become berserk, it was no fun to work

Every day my stomach hurt, ripping off my undershirt

The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishing

Throwing up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassing

Regurgitating: green, yellow, burgundy, boom

But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)

In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage

They said pimping symptoms, huh, a dope addict

There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin

Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine

[Chorus]

My baby mama, mama, and my grandma

Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris

This is a true story

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again

[Verse 2]

Never mind stunting, dime puffin, doc spent his time fronting

He like a bad detective, he ain't find nothing

Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie dinner (why is that?)

My son growing up, I'm looking like the movie Thinner

I'm thinking suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh)

What hurt my baby moms asking if I'm getting high

She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love

If it ain't hustling ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all)

I'm losing weight though, every day pounds of muscle

Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle

Bein sick, huh, it get sickening you know

I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's

You know my attitude, get it how I get it

If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot

And oops, I thought I had it mapped

Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend

Dame mane I pained again

[Chorus]

My baby mama, mama, and my grandma

Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris

This is a true story

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again

[Verse 3]

Killa!

Ayo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishing

Had to go low, The Mayo Clinic, Minnesota

I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place

For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace

Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam

Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram

Laparoscopy, endoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)

The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS

And that's irritable bowel child, I had to spit it y'all

Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all

Get it, get it, get it, get it?

[Chorus]

My baby mama, mama, and my grandma

Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris

This is a true story

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again

My baby mama, mama, and my grandma

Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris

This is a true story

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again