Momma my friend's a Thug and a hard head, a Superman who thinks' he's flyer than
Clark Kent but he ain't ever been
Drug's hit hard like nevirapine, born to win but this cat thinks it's the norm to sin
His loose screws are amusing with two spoons in the tongue, droops booze and abusing
With new tools in the lung
A gift to every woman he said, he'd give a gift to every woman that's dead now
Are you living walking or are you walking for the living, a life of books or are you giving
Books life
A whip nice, built with big lights, Big House what would it be with no good wife
A Jerabo type it's looking like its new money, a dunce in class homie defines the new
Dummy
His has a wild style refer to him as alarm, girl if you're next remember to keep the armor
On
Momma my friend loves to Pick and Pay, she Shops-rite and loves to play these silly
Games - Who is this girl?
She must be a former black individual from the powder pack a large slap would just
Cause mad residuals
See cash is pivotal, in her life it's mystical - twitter, facebook, instagram that's the
Visual!
She's not even herself anymore a fraction of her real self and selfies define her wealth
Designer clothes, fast cars but an empty fridge; a bulimic mind state and she loves the
Binge
Many men hooked, my friends shook get me off the hinge, my bank account laughs my
Wallet walking on a limb
Who will I turn to, Dear God I need to save this soul - we need saviors soul so many can
Get save a hold
Too many lack a heart of gold, watch our friends diminish we're critics in the back and
Fold
Be yourself, you need to work it out
Be yourself!
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Momma my friend's a Thug and a hard head, a Superman who thinks' he's flyer than
Clark Kent but he ain't ever been
Drug's hit hard like nevirapine, born to win but this cat thinks it's the norm to sin
His loose screws are amusing with two spoons in the tongue, droops booze and abusing
With new tools in the lung
A gift to every woman he said, he'd give a gift to every woman that's dead now
Are you living walking or are you walking for the living, a life of books or are you giving
Books life
A whip nice, built with big lights, Big House what would it be with no good wife
A Jerabo type it's looking like its new money, a dunce in class homie defines the new
Dummy
His has a wild style refer to him as alarm, girl if you're next remember to keep the armor
On
Momma my friend loves to Pick and Pay, she Shops-rite and loves to play these silly
Games - Who is this girl?
She must be a former black individual from the powder pack a large slap would just
Cause mad residuals
See cash is pivotal, in her life it's mystical - twitter, facebook, instagram that's the
Visual!
She's not even herself anymore a fraction of her real self and selfies define her wealth
Designer clothes, fast cars but an empty fridge; a bulimic mind state and she loves the
Binge
Many men hooked, my friends shook get me off the hinge, my bank account laughs my
Wallet walking on a limb
Who will I turn to, Dear God I need to save this soul - we need saviors soul so many can
Get save a hold
Too many lack a heart of gold, watch our friends diminish we're critics in the back and
Fold
Be yourself, you need to work it out
Be yourself!
Clark Kent but he ain't ever been
Drug's hit hard like nevirapine, born to win but this cat thinks it's the norm to sin
His loose screws are amusing with two spoons in the tongue, droops booze and abusing
With new tools in the lung
A gift to every woman he said, he'd give a gift to every woman that's dead now
Are you living walking or are you walking for the living, a life of books or are you giving
Books life
A whip nice, built with big lights, Big House what would it be with no good wife
A Jerabo type it's looking like its new money, a dunce in class homie defines the new
Dummy
His has a wild style refer to him as alarm, girl if you're next remember to keep the armor
On
Momma my friend loves to Pick and Pay, she Shops-rite and loves to play these silly
Games - Who is this girl?
She must be a former black individual from the powder pack a large slap would just
Cause mad residuals
See cash is pivotal, in her life it's mystical - twitter, facebook, instagram that's the
Visual!
She's not even herself anymore a fraction of her real self and selfies define her wealth
Designer clothes, fast cars but an empty fridge; a bulimic mind state and she loves the
Binge
Many men hooked, my friends shook get me off the hinge, my bank account laughs my
Wallet walking on a limb
Who will I turn to, Dear God I need to save this soul - we need saviors soul so many can
Get save a hold
Too many lack a heart of gold, watch our friends diminish we're critics in the back and
Fold
Be yourself, you need to work it out
Be yourself!