B-B-BuckRoll
Momma
I could never relate to rappers, Rolling forty niggas deep
Cuz it was always me and Phil
Rolling in a Jeep
Smoking on a sweet
But it was stuffed with that sour shit
Trynna get this weight up off our chest, Like we powerlift
And drugs always seem to make my judgment cloudiest
So dependent on the plug It made me feel powerless
Scared to go to sleep
Cuz I been battling paralysis
And ain't nobody here to snap me out of it
So now I just stay up
The internet make life seem Like it's a layup
Why my shit like a 360 windmill and Jay if you hear this
Nigga we should be friends still
Regardless how either of our chicks feel
We brothers for life
My mother always told me loyalty gon come with a price
I never paid it Cuz they only came when money was tight
I had to eat them struggle meals a big chunk of my life
Was taking sugar with the butter mixing enough with the rice
Ain't get no fucking advice
But I still kept my spirits high
Like uncomfortable flights
Cuz I know my time coming
Might be coming tonight
One hand on gun, the other hand on the mic
Cuz i don't know which one
Gon save my life
Think I might've lost the girl
I should've made my wife
Heard you got a new man
Okay that's nice
I know you still gon let me come through
And lay that a pipe
Baby tell me am I lying
It's hard to keep giving you my all
When you don't even notice
That I'm trying
Shit hurts me every time
And bae I'm telling you the truth
I'm okay to lose everyone I love
If it means I don't lose you
I'm down to my last few