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 a bitch move
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...