Lyrics

Mama made a star yeah yeah I don't want keys for my car yeah yeah yeah Yeaaaaah yeah yeah yeah Yeaaaaah yeah yeah yeah Hit the road like punching tar yeah yeah Just so I can feed my dogs yeah yeah yeah Yeeeah yeah yeah yeah Yeaaaaah yeah yeah yeah I tried to control my emotions Alot of factors Seemed to bring me anger And I can't just act like Im not Broken Alot of chapters Where I really made it happen Seemed to not have mattered in the moment But now I'm back I'm finna treat the rap Like it's a leaking tap and leave it open So Send this to all my opponents All these flows They gonna carry words Ni this a message in a bottle You can swallow But it's pretty awful Because what I'm spitting here is harmful And now you're tipsy From the s I'm spitting And its got you slipping like the slides do But I ain't tripping I'ma go and get some b Who can sit it on me like a bar stool I'm steady rising like the bar do And that just means that I'm the bar bruw I mean my bars are pretty hard too My bars raise the bar like a prism dude I lift it myself man im so tough I don't ever trip on the old stuff I don't f with the past I focus on tracks I give you more bangers than porn hub Keep the tissue handy Your girlfriend listen and she getting handsy She be up on me I know she want it Put the meat in the water like a krabby Patty I been ignored, I wasn't even surprised I been so hungry I swallowed pride I pay it no mind Cause I'm on the grind I know in due time I'll get what is mine, mine (Mine) Laugh it up cause ima leave you in stitches Ignored my presence made me think I ain't gifted But now i practiced for this game that needs fixing I'ma make sure all your goats are my b LAMB talk Boy be quiet, let the bag talk When they talk about you man it's sad dog And you aint gotta be mad dog See My s is really really mad dog I know Your homies got your back dou They never tell you that you whack dou They keep Gassing you up like Sasol But I really hope that road works But please do not act like you own skirts If you act like a b I'll put kicks on your lips While I run the streets and call it Road work Boy my words hurt I got quite an empty liver Unless I fill it with some liquor And just a little bit of Syzzurp Mama didn't make a quitter I'm the realest they a gimmick If you listen to these lyrics my n then you can clearly spot the difference I'ma shine cause I know I'm a winner Mama left me and I f miss her I know she got me and I'm always with her I'm getting bigger So big that I can peep through heavens gates so I can see her See that's the mission I don't need to take shots at these nigguhs I never start a war but if you really want it bro When it comes to beef I'm not afraid to deliver Mama made a star yeah yeah I don't want keys for my car yeah yeah yeah Yeaaaaah yeah yeah yeah Yeaaaaah yeah yeah yeah Hit the road like punching tar yeah yeah Just so I can feed my dogs yeah yeah yeah Yeeeah yeah yeah yeah Yeaaaaah yeah yeah yeah
Writer(s): Seru Pharoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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