Momma's Song

[Produced by Roc Marciano]

[Verse]

Tan Carhartt's the skullies go with it

Survive cold winters slinging dope with my niggas

Laying in the rented banging Mary J, love without a limit

Go pick up the blow uptown in the lemon

The flow, this is venom, the tone isn't condescending

It's no competition, I just cock the biscuit

My bitch suck a bullet out a pistol

I'm official, success is habitual

Money and murder you know the way the verse go

So let he without sin cast the first stone

Under the light pole your life is stole

I've been married to the game but there wasn't any rice thrown

Your hoe come out in night clothes

That's the night that I was chose like Sweet James Jones

Keep it player, a prayer

Beneath the layer if you scrape I'm a painter

Your lady prays I can't blame her

The flamer comes with the sweet potata'

Keep the piece, I'm a piece maker

Bring down the heat like a peace maker

Beast nature, pull off a mean street caper

Inhale the weed vapor, chase green paper

Keep it gangster and bang a young Josephine Baker

Suede playboys I still kill the corduroys

Send the boy to keep my coins on steroids

Vanilla toy, tip the bellboy and dipped, felt gipped

Ripped the fifth until the deltoid ripped

Shit, choose a pimp, view the blueprint

Send in the shooter get your roof spinned

Produce a stench, a room scent

That linger out the 'telly room vents

I rock the Pelle with the toothpick

Juice the vic keep it concentrated

Maneuver in the gray 5, play the day spa

Stay fly... your state of mind by the baseline

With time I'd rather watch paint dry

Create a rhyme now it's sanctified

And drank the Saint Ives out the vase, bomba-raas

I'll take your bum broad to the lumber yard

I'm not the one to slumber on...