Don't stop playing with me, my mama said she gon' whoop your ass
Your ass, your ass
Yeah
Don't stop playing with me, my mama said she gon' whoop your ass
Your ass, your ass
I got my money stacked, you know we gon' do this for the reals
I want to die today, that's really how a gangster feel
Let's get this over with, my eyes drift to window sill
If you don't take this picture nigga
I'm pushing back that pill I guess
As the summer that my mama raised a soldier
I look at pictures now when all that's changed is grinded down molars
And of course the maps and numbers
You wouldn't know it if I ain't told you, cause I never shut up about all of my niggas for real
I mean, how could I? When even in life I never let them rest
We were hoo, holla, annoy mamas, synonyms for jest
She checked up on us and found a basketball with our heads rest
Now my chain follow heartbeat as it tap upon my chest
Ever since magic entered my life I don't know what to believe
But I look up at the sky and realize I'm co-opting all your things
Niggas rip off arms and 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 things better left unknown
Was cheated for the punishment of me not coming 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 on my face, the memories that it brings
Tonight it's in my ears, you can't imagine the sound it rings
Must be the same as hearing me constantly mention the angel wings
I only say it cause another one will rise when they hear the strings go–
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
We steppin' on demons for so long I got a permanent hobble
And I've been working 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 fired [?] 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 will 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
That ain't feel like I was missing one, that was my only brag
She called me bro but she a trippin', say don't bro me back
Give me whatever and she never said you owe me back
So I'm gon' ball like number 8, afro kobe back
And if we fall, we gon' ball again and then we stack
And ain't no hoe 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 yo ass is grass
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 nodding off deep
Like, tryna get these songs right
In the beat like, think of backlight
All this little time we got left
It beat my ass for so long I forgot what I did like
Probably missed steps, like that switch, right
Spinning lines, running lines, had a song right
I thought I was seeing shit twice
Shit hit different on site
10 feet I was just deep swimming in feelings
I never needed friends but I always had them
Everything if I didn't, could you imagine no visit
If I never had a gang on my twin laughing, I'd probably be crashing out
Shot brothers glassy, what you know about
What I would have done, who never would have been talked about
What around is all about, word of mouth, fuck a caption
It's real life, feel what they talk about
It's real right, what family don't talk about
Dead chapters, you know we kill like every night but it's don't tell
Still fuck twelve
Every day when I wake up I try to breathe
Before you cut on the beat
Niggas sellin' demons like in the street
We sayin' peace, 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
Not in my head, that's so homegrown I swear
