MARY ANNA

(Verse)
I could do this shit for 8 days
25 hours a day
It’s a shame niggas won’t pay
It’s a shame niggas don’t know, shit that we did for the city
Shit wasn’t always so pretty
Yeah shit that I did to that girl, I told her I love her, was just trynna hit it
You used to pick me up in a hoopty, manual Honda Civic
Shit I was putting my momma through, she called me fiend and I had to admit it
She told me to quit it, I couldn’t quit it
I’m on the reefer still, I’m on the reefer still
If we ever broke up would you be my amiga still?
If we ever made love would you let me fuck for real?
If we ever made love would you give me everything?
And if you talk to my momma don’t speak ‘bout no wedding rings
And if you talk to my momma don’t talk about kids, don’t talk about that, don’t talk about this; don’t talk about love, don’t talk about money, don’t talk about fears
I hope I was clear
Don’t talk about school
She wants to go back, but she knows that shit is through
She knows that shit wasn’t meant for me, I think I was born to do melodies
I think I was born to rap
If I wasn’t born in a middle class family I’d probably resort to gats or robbing cats
One of the two
Shoutout my dad and shoutout my momma they gave me a roof
Told me I could be anything, I gotta live out my truth
I knew this shit was my destiny first time I walked in the booth and the melody came to the soul to the head
And my plan to see the fucking road to success
I’ve been in the pits dawg, I’ve been in the dungeon
Dawg I’ve been so broke I had to share a fucking muffin
You can ask Edmilson and Marcus, you can ask Elvis
Jumped out the trap now these niggas wanna help us
Jumped out the-
Jumped out the gym now I feel like Brock Lesnar
One thing I know about blessings, if you ain’t counting that shit you know they’re probably gon lessen
I cannot fuck with these peasants
You be the type to teach a bitch how to suck and that is a lesson