🎧 Aminé: Limbo ALBUM ŞARKI SÖZLERİ

 🎧  Aminé: Limbo ALBUM ŞARKI SÖZLERİ

 

Burden

This is, this is that shit that you like

How you wanna say this right

This is, this is like some shit you go and pick your homie from jail with

 

Uh, uh-oh (Yeah, I like that)

Uh, uh-oh (Yeah)

Bury me before I'm a burden

Don't bury me to niggas, it's certain

I'm singin', singin'

Uh, uh-oh

Uh, uh-oh

Bury me before I'm a burden

Don't bury me to niggas, it's certain

 

When your skin darker, shit gets harder

This a black album, like Shawn Carter

Screamin' like I'm week old

Moshin' like I'm Steve-O

Niggas dodgin' bullets that we jammin' off of pico

At the barbershop, I got the bald fade

That was before the chubby niggas had the bald name

You know giuseppe-ass niggas with the Louis shades

Type to call a girl a bitch if she don't give 'em play

At sixteen I was survivin' off of noodle cups (Damn)

Shit is legal now the killers know the jig is up

When it's us, niggas gettin' years maybe ten and up

Soccer moms do the same but government don't give a fuck

You know I'm hailin' from that Rip City, get busy

If I die, roll out the yellow carpet

If you fuck with me, yellow roses in the sky

Has to rock a yellow tie

Choir make my mama cry

Yellow suit, yeah, I'm fly

Coldplay playin' Yellow live

 

Uh, uh-oh (We gotta make it better)

Uh, uh-oh (I need some change)

Bury me before I'm a burden (They stay the same)

Don't bury me to niggas, it's certain

I'm singin', singin'

Uh, uh-oh (We gotta make it better)

Uh, uh-oh (I need some change)

Bury me before I'm a burden (They stay the same)

Don't bury me to niggas, it's certain (Okay)

 

Man, I'd rather die before I give up

Keep my fucking foot on their necks and never let up

Mark my words, my nigga Mark used to say that

That was way before my nigga Yos had to wave cap

And to top it all my best friend had a baby

We twenty-five, I told that nigga, boy, you fuckin' crazy

Maybe I'm the one who really need the Lord to save me

The last time I went to church was in the fuckin' eighties

Can you believe that?

I was born in 94'

Can you believe that?

Your favorite rapper's doin' blow

Can you believe that?

Wide awake, but comatose

Hollywood's in overdose

Girls sendin' you innuendos, I'm in limbo

But I know the ropes

And it's really hard to cope with the

Tyler Jones, when the love is lost, like I'm Coppola

Translatin' losses before Twitter go and soak it up

Beats so cold they made an egg wanna open up

 

Uh, uh-oh (We gotta make it better)

Uh, uh-oh (I need some change)

Bury me before I'm a burden (They stay the same)

Don't bury me to niggas, it's certain

I'm singin', singin'

Uh, uh-oh (We gotta make it better)

Uh, uh-oh (I need some change)

Bury me before I'm a burden (They stay the same)

Don't bury me to niggas, it's certain (Okay)

 

Blessings (Blessings)

Blessings (Blessings)

Blessings (Blessings)

Blessings (Blessings)

Time's of the essence, I'm tryna get on S's

Man I don't take suggestions

God gave me the blessings (Blessings)

Blessings (Blessings)

Blessings (Blessings)

Blessings (Blessings)

Time's of the essence

God gave me them

 

Woodlawn

Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park

Now young Aminé pushin' push to start

Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam

Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Marc

Playin' him my shit through the phone

He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne

You ain't really on, till all yo niggas on

I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home

 

Look, R.I.P Kobe, nigga, R.I.P Kobe (Ooh)

You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga

Had to get you tatted on me (True)

I keep the niggas that I trust by my side (True)

'Cause everybody want a piece of the pie (Ooh)

There's a Buffie the Body in every city

And sloppy toppy the hobby, so baby get in the ride (Ooh)

Bitch you bad as fuck, swipe the Visa (Wait, wait)

Just watch what you spend 'cause my Mama need rent

And my neck gotta look like a freezer

I keep some Prada on my ass (Yeah)

I put Chanel on her bag (You're welcome)

Shawty wanna sit on my face like a new chair

I ain't gon' show up till you pay up and it's all there (Uh huh)

 

Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park

Now young Aminé pushin' push to start

Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam

Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Marc

Playin' him my shit through the phone

He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne

You ain't really on, till all yo niggas on

I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (Oh, oh)

 

Back out (Oh, oh), I'm finna blow her back out (Oh, oh)

I'm sippin' on a Moscow (Oh, oh), yellow suit like The Mask now

Sexy my nickname (Yeah), you'll bump this for six days (Straight)

This shit is so hard, that'll make a hatin' nigga do the muhfuckin' thizz face (Thizz face)

Fly ass nigga handsome (Yeah), tantrum (Yeah)

G got a lil' Tecca it's a ransom (Yeah)

Don't play dumb muhfucka this the anthem (Yeah)

I'm the lead lil nigga you the stand in

Ok, big money, big cash, Portland in this muhfucka, nigga, dig that

I'm in this bitch singin' nothings to a bitch who mean nothin'

But I got a big heart with them big racks

 

Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park

Now young Aminé pushin' push to start

Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam

Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Marc

Playin' him my shit through the phone

He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne

You ain't really on, till all yo niggas on

I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (Yeah)

 

Came a long way

Came a long way

I done came a long way

Came a long way

Came a long way

I done came a long way

Came a long way

Came a long way

I done came a long way

 

Kobe

It weirdly, like

Fast-forwarded my maturity

It weirdly, was like one of those things where like

He died and I felt like my, like a lot of my innocence

In like being a young person died with Kobe

And now like with him being gone, I'm like

Let me figure how money works

Let me figure how like, how to buy a house

And how to move, and like

Like, I don't know, like, it was like such like a

Like I felt like a piece of my childhood go with that nigga

And like I've completely like... I'm twenty-six

Whoa

 

Roots

(feat. JID & Charlie Wilson)

 

You say you heard a lot about me, nigga, fuck what you heard

It's all fun and games till it happens like a Based God curse

Yeah, cell keep tickin' on me like I'm 6-1-7, yeah

My cousin Steez Stizz like he's 6-1-7, okay

Devil on my shoulder, marijuana from Boulder

You know my niggas in this muthafuckin' bitch

If bein' ugly was pretty I'd be the shit

Never been nowhere, but these niggas they love to trip

Eritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopia

Bitches gettin' cold, then niggas grab your Patagonias

So I toby acquired her, I had to get a baby who could make me get wired up

You know I'm about that action, my nigga Marc could get it crackin'

Open up your soul and take your body like, "What's hannin'?"

I'm not a succulent or sucker, baby girl

These roots made me, I bring my flowers to the world, yeah

 

It's on me, wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight

The sun is on me, and my stems don't bite if the light shines bright

It's rainin' on me, my guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life

I got my own seeds, they rip my petals to my 6, 'cause my roots won't die

 

(Check this out)

Like humans and animals, plants need both water and nutrients to survive, food

Most all plants use water to carry moisture

Nutrients back and forth between the roots and leaves, bitch

 

Searchin' for my shelter through the storm

I find peace, my safe haven, keepin' me far away from harm

Nevertheless the greener grass is proof the roots are strong

But now we standin' here divided, choose the side where you belong

Mama keep the lights on

All I see is red so we awake the dead

She likes my third eye, she loves my third leg

This my third time around the worldwide, winds

Give me the Versay, Versace, Benz, put work in

Made my words work with pens

Scribblin' sins, I drop gems

I don't got tick tock time for them, seeds or stems

Evil men plottin', we see you 'cause we watchin'

We see you, believe me you, we see you (Mr. Root!)

Get your ass up out that grass and stretch your limbs

Photosynthesis, I see the future picture, take a glimpse

Everything you tryna have is in your grab, so get a grip (Mr. Root!)

It's for the kids, (Mr. Root!) yo what it is? (Uh)

 

It's on me, wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight

The sun is on me, and my stems don't bite if the light shines bright

It's rainin' on me, my guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life

I got my own seeds, they rip my petals to my 6, 'cause my roots won't die

 

(What The fuck!)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Let me grow)

Let me grow (Let me grow)

 

Can't Decide

I can't decide if it's you or I, baby

When we be high, all I know is you saved me

Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby

Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby

 

Tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do

You say you love me, but you don't give a clue

I could give a fuck about your past and your nigga in fact

I put your ex in the garbage and put a bitch on the map

I'm singing, I got imperfections I don't like (True)

You chase rumors hating the advice (Hey)

I could give a fuck about them lies (Yeah)

Cross me once, I'm cutting like all ties

 

It goes 1, 2, 3, 4 minutes in the pool

Then it go 5, 6, a couple strokes with them butterfly hips (What else?)

Then it go 7, 8, fuck a towel 'cause a nigga can't wait

I'm going 9, 10, we both know we was never just friends

 

I can't decide if it's you or I, baby

When we be high, all I know is you saved me

Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby

Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby

 

Listen lil' mommy, you trippin' wallahi

We fuss and we fight, then we fuck the next mornin'

Get head in Ferrari, we petty and horny

I tell her I want it, I want it, I want it

I'm gone, off the meds

I'm the one you call Aminé with the dreads

She want a big dick nigga with the bread

Oh, pussy fire had a young nigga dead

 

It goes 1, 2 3, 4 minutes in the pool

Then it go 5, 6, a couple strokes with them butterfly hips

Then it go 7, 8, fuck a towel 'cause a nigga can't wait

I'm going 9, 10, we both know we was never just friends

 

I can't decide if it's you or I, baby

When we be high, all I know is you saved me

Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby

Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby

 

Compensating

(feat. Young Thug)

 

Compensatin' for your feelings

And you know the feelin'

This is what you thought would heal it

But it makes you feel it

Tryin' things you thought would cheer it

But you grow to fear it

Times, they come and go like spirits (You good T-Minus?)

I see these signs the clearest

 

And you-and you-and you know why (Yuh)

You've been fuckin' with me since I was a small fry (True)

And your ex-man (Yuh), that's my lil' guy (Yuh)

I know some niggas that'll kick em to the coast lines (True)

I'm a West Side nigga, we don't show signs (No)

You got some fake friends, they just toe lines (Yeah)

Text, I reply, baby, 'til my phone die (Yeah)

You know he lied if a nigga said he don't lie (Ayy)

 

I fucked up once again (Yeah)

And you know that I'm never too proud to beg (No)

It's hard to admit that I've made my bed (Yeah)

And you know I'ma always wish you the best (True)

Look, bitch, roll inside the Benz (Yeah)

I fucked up once and I gotcha bent (Uh-huh)

It's hard to admit that I've made my bed (Uh-huh)

But you know I'ma always wish you the best (Limbo)

 

Compensatin' for your feelings

And you know the feelin'

This is what you thought would heal it

But it makes you feel it

Tryin' things you thought would cheer it

But you grow to fear it

Times, they come and go like spirits

I see these signs the clearest

 

Bad baby, from the back, baby (Let's go)

I hurt her heart for spirits and it crash, baby (Skrrt)

I toast it up and pour it out the glass baby (Pour)

I tripled up, I doubled up, I ranned it up, that fucked it up

The black and orange Aventador like Daffy Duck (Skrrt)

I swerve Mercedes Benz 'cause my credentials up (Yeah)

I told her, "Got my millions up, these racks, baby" (Racks)

This song is hard as goosebumps, rash, baby (Racks)

I'm scorin' by the three, Steve Nash, baby (Yeah)

A couple million fee, all cash, baby (Yeah)

I eat a lil' cheese and racks, baby (Ayy)

I eat a lil' cheese like a snack, baby (Yeah)

The orange and black seats, Daffy Duck (Ayy, ayy)

Five leaf clover, better luck (Geeked up)

Don't you ask, "Do I know you?" never, yuh (Mmm)

I've been flyer than a pelican, yuh (Let's go)

 

Compensatin' for your feelings

And you know the feelin'

This is what you thought would heal it

But it makes you feel it

Tryin' things you thought would cheer it

But you grow to fear it

Times, they come and go like spirits

I see these signs the clearest

 

You've been giving niggas surgical head (You've been)

I ain't eating out a young nigga flesh (You've been)

You might win the key to my chest (You've been)

You might win, give young nigga head (You've been)

You might win the key to my chest

You might win the key to my chest

You might win the key to my chest

You might win the key to my chest (Ayy)

 

I fucked up once again

And you know that I'm never too proud to beg

It's hard to admit that I've made my bed

And you know I'ma always wish you the best

Look, bitch, roll inside the Benz

I fucked up once and I gotcha bent

It's hard to admit that I've made my bed

But you know I'ma always wish you the best (Yeah)

 

Shimmy

Ah, man, man

Ah, man, man, man, man, man, man, what's up?

Alright, yeah, yeah

 

It's been a whole year, my nigga

Let's not front, it's my year, my nigga

I'm here to fuck up your whole career, my nigga

Don't play dumb, dummy, you know what's the deal, my nigga

A lot of y'all fake flex, nigga, that is not your necklace

And that whip ain't yours, nigga, that's the IRS's

I'm bigger than Texas, me and God text message

Y'all see how easy lyin' is, it's easy to forget this

 

(Off on a natural charge, bon voyage)

Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause

I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna ménage

Y'all niggas really hatin', get off my dick and my balls

 

All y'all niggas ain't worthy

Y'all don't pay dues, y'all niggas pay up and thirsty

You thought you made you an anthem, but you just sang you a Fergie

Too many niggas bitin', I might need me ten attorneys

Just 'cause you bought that vintage Margiela

Don't change your flight from Spirit to Delta

Y'all niggas dress like you just came out the store

I got my groove back like Fela, not Stella

 

(Off on a natural charge, bon voyage)

Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause

I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna ménage

Y'all niggas really hatin', get off my dick and my balls (Oh)

 

I got verses on verses, man, this shit could go all day (True)

I got a whip that's blacker than the nigga from Allstate (True)

Count your money up, nigga, do the mathematics (Woo)

That's not 200K, that's twenty dollars in your pocket

It's a cold, cold world that we live in (Yeah)

I'm shittin' on these niggas, I make it my mission (Yeah)

They way I kill these niggas, send my ass to prison

I knock a nigga head off, then I'm dippin' (Yeah), splittin' (Yeah)

 

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

 

(Off on a natural charge, bon voyage)

Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause

I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna ménage

Y'all niggas really hatin', get off my dick and my balls

 

Pressure In My Palms

(feat. slowthai & Vince Staples)

 

Pressure in my palms, yeah, I got that

Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that

Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my

Pressure sweating in my palms

Pressure in my palms

Pressure in my palms

Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my

Pressure sweating in my palms

 

This is Britney Spears when she was bald nigga

Punking niggas way before there was Punk'd nigga

Smoking Ashton Kush, so I calm down, nigga

We don't want to hear your mixtape my, nigga

I fade niggas like barbers, I got more pressure in my palms than Arthur

Man this like when Fergie pee'd her pants, that's when Honey used to dance

Matt Barnes vs Derrick Fisher, caught you niggas in a (Burp)

I hate when niggas don't finish they fuckin sentences

If Steve Harvey say my name wrong, I'll catch a sentencing

Malice at the Palace or Winona up in Saks Fifth

This is Metta World Peace before the peace came, bitch

 

Pressure in my palms, yeah, I got that

Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that

Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my

Pressure sweating in my palms

 

Why they keep eyeing me? Why they keep eyeing me?

Blankets mahogany your head leaking burgundy

Menace to society, you're more Ron Weasley

Into gynecology you're pussy and that's peachy

 

I hate a bitch who think a baby 'finna keep a nigga

Why every time he see his kids, we gotta see the picture?

I do it bigger, know I'm ballin, don't you see the ticker?

Feel like I'm Harden, I was shootin' on Artesia with him

Baby said she need commitment, I guess I'll think about it

I never leave without it, he down to squeeze, I doubt it

I keep her bad and boujee, booty on a 100 thousand

Big headed, barely fit her weave around it

Norf

 

Pressure in my palms

Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that

Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my

Pressure sweating in my palms

 

Don't let anger control you

Don't let anger control you

 

Pressure in my palms

Pressure in my palms, boy, I got

Pressure in my palms

Pressure in my palms, boy, I got

Pressure in my palms

Pressure in my palms, boy I got

Pressure in my palms

Pressure in my palms, boy I got

 

I blow the smoke in your face

You niggas think you running shit but running in place

I'm taking the base, yeah, I'm taking it home

I'm a young Jackie nigga, if I hit it, it's gone

You Bisquick, scallywag, silly muthafuckas

I do yo ass the same way that 'Ye did Taylor

Or how they did Janet, you wouldn't understand it

Hola, hola, hola, yeah, a nigga failed spanish

Passive aggressive niggas who passive, I can't save ya

Anticipating patience is something I cannot favor

Goodbye to you bitch niggas, I'll probably see you never

How could you hate on us? Come on homie we major, we major?

Come on homie we major, the ice so cold and nigga, I don't do favors

I did it on my own and I'll do it again

Bitch I gets mine, fuck a niggas co-sign

Singing

 

Pressure in my palms (Pressure in my palms)

Pressure in my palms, boy I got

Pressure in my palms (The feeling so unknown baby)

Pressure in my palms

 

Pressure in my palms (Pressure in my palms)

Pressure in my palms, boy I got

Pressure in my palms (And I don't know if I got it going on)

Pressure in my palms

 

There ain't no money in having hate in your heart

There ain't no money in that shit bro, that's broke nigga shit to have hate in your heart

I know very untalented people with a lot of love in their heart, who are doing great

 

RiRi

Pasqué, heat it up!

Ooh, ooh, so in love

Ooh, so in love (Yeah)

Ooh, so in love (Yeah, yeah, uh)

 

You love Rihanna but you ain't a savage (Nah, nah)

Don't act like you perfect, you know that we both got some baggage (Yeah, yeah)

I was callin' ya mama and you was callin' my accountants (Damn, damn)

You gave me headaches and I gave you too many chances (Yeah, yeah)

Look, tell me how the hell you got to Paris and Phuket (Uh)

Shawty too fine but I bet she the bullet in roulette (Yeah)

I'm lookin' so clean, lookin' like Three Stacks in Gillette (Yeah)

She five for five on live, she want a jet

Need some rent, bonafide

 

Broke my heart three times (Ooh)

Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (Ayy, ooh)

Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (Ayy, ooh)

Blinded by your beauty missing these signs (Ayy, ooh)

Wish I had three eyes

Broke my heart three times (Ooh)

Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (Ayy, ooh)

Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (Ayy, ooh)

One was okay (Okay, ayy), two wasn't cool (Yeah)

But that three was no way (Ooh)

 

Nobody said things would get easier (Easier, easier)

You gotta believe me

Nobody said things would get easier (Easier, easier)

You gotta believe me

 

I thought you loved me but shoutout Imani (Yeah, yeah)

You had you a baby and now lil' mama's a mommy (Yeah, uh, uh)

Shoutout to Lola, that coochie as wet as Dasani (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pussy so good it should cost a Ferrari

And make me feel like I'm on Molly (True)

Jesus, ya need this, you was Kelly, I was Regis

Let's be honest, I been fuckin' with ya since my Air Forces had the creases (Woo)

Flaunt like a Don, Yoko Ono, solo, strong

Stuck in limbo for how long? Please tell me where I belong

 

Broke my heart three times (Ooh)

Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (Ayy, ooh)

Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (Ayy, ooh)

Blinded by your beauty missing these signs (Ayy, ooh)

Wish I had three eyes

Broke my heart three times (Ooh)

Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (Ayy, ooh)

Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (Ayy, ooh, yeah)

One was okay (Okay, ayy), two wasn't cool (Yeah)

But that three was no way (Ooh)

 

Num-num-num, num-num-num

Num-num-num, nah

Num-num-num, num-num-num

Num-num-num, num, nah

Num-num-num, num-num-num

Num-num-num, nah

Num-num-num, num-num-num

Num-num-num, num, nah

I know niggas, so, like (I know niggas)

I don't play none of that shit

You know why we know niggas?

'Cause we were niggas (Were those niggas)

 

Easy

(feat. Summer Walker)

 

I know this ship is sailed and this is dead

I'm singing R.I.P, I'm singing R.I.P

 

I know you gave up long time ago

Boy I'm singing R.I.P, I'm singing R.I.P

All I need's some

 

Loving, some fucking

And you say this shit don't matter but we always going at it ain't no trustin'

I need some loving, good, good fucking

And we fussing and we fight and you always wonder why

And my Mama told me none of this should come as a surprise

 

'Cause Love don't come easy, it don't come easy

Love don't come easy, ya giving up easy

Love don't come easy, it don't come easy

It don't come easy, times get hard but nothings' easy

 

Let's go out

Let's try it out

You don't hear me out

That's why you always run your mouth

We been talking 'bout

Our loves running out

But you don't hear me out, that's why you always run your mouth

And all I needs' some

 

Loving

Some fucking

And the sex is still compatible but I ain't got no manual for trustin'

I need some loving, good, good fuckin'

You say something isn't right, only fucking and getting high

And my Daddy told me hold your heart in order to survive

 

'Cause love don't come easy, it don't come easy

Love don't come easy, but giving up easy

Love don't come easy, it don't come easy

It don't come easy, times get hard but nothings' easy

 

Tell your man you trust him, tell your girl you love her

Tell your Dad you miss him and call your Mom and thank her

 

Tell your daughter you love her and tell your son you're proud of him

Tell yourself you got this

'Cause these times get hard but nothing's easy

 

Mama

Mama (Uh-huh)

Mama (Yeah-yeah)

I'm singin' mama

Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (Uh)

I said, mama

I do this shit for my mama

Can't lie to my mama

I gotta cry for my mama, my mama

 

Look where I'm at mommy

Who woulda knew? (Yes)

Sometimes I miss the days where you'd take to school

Used to promise when I'm rich, that I would get your favorite whip

You was my lift before the lift, so you deserve you a coupe

Twenty plus years at the Post Office

You was workin' graveyard shifts for the both of us

You deserve a long vacation, a standing ovation

A shout-out for the genius notations

 

And it's you that I'm missin'

Every time I needed someone, you would listen

I'ma write you a song to put on everyday

So the times that I'm gone, you can smile when it plays

 

I'ma take you to the Grammys in a yellow suit

Put you in Chanel just to show 'em how my mama do

My number one fan, I'm your number one man

When I thought that I couldn't, you told me that I can

 

Mama (Uh-huh)

Mama (Yeah-yeah)

I'm singin' mama

Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (Uh)

I said, mama

I do this shit for my mama

Can't lie to my mama

I gotta cry for my mama, my mama

 

'Cause you're the only woman in my life

Who makes me smile, you make me smile

'Cause you're the only woman in my life

Who makes me smile, you make me smile

 

First, yeah, I moved out, I was strugglin'

Didn't wanna tell, 'cause I know that you be worryin'

You told me, "Go back to college", but I went back to Cali

Had to celebrate a couple birthdays without me

Whooped my ass, so I had to learn a harder way

Bad lil n****, of course I was 'bout to get

Would never tell you one lie, okay, maybe on lie

You my favorite person, let's go 'head and make the song cry

 

And it's you that I'm missin'

Every time I needed someone, you would listen

I'ma write you a song to put on everyday

So the times that I'm gone, you can smile when it plays

 

You my idol and the one that I need

Best cook, best looks, you supported my dreams

Look, I'm thankful to be your son, it's my honor

Tonight I wanna quote Tupac, "Dear mama"

 

Mama (Uh-huh)

Mama (Yeah-yeah)

I'm singin' mama

Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (Uh)

I said, mama

I do this shit for my mama

Can't lie to my mama

I gotta cry for my mama, my mama

 

Mama

Mama

Mama

Mama

Mama (I do this shit for my)

Mama (Can't lie to my)

Mama (I gotta cry for my)

Mama, my mama

 

'Cause you're the only woman in my life

Who makes me smile, you make me smile

'Cause you're the only woman in my life

Who makes me smile, you make me

 

Becky

Mama said, "Don't ever bring a white girl home to me"

Papa said, "niggas catchin' cases every week, so you best stay on your feet"

Crazy (Crazy)

You can't seem to find light (Phase me)

And I just don't know why

Clingy (Clingy)

She's blind and doesn't understand the feeling

So I've had enough

 

I'm fed up with them all, I'm fed up with my dawgs

I'm fed up with the looks that we get in restaurants

I know it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same

I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change

I'm fed up with your fam, you're fed up with my fam

We try and tell 'em what they try and tell us that we can't

I know it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same

I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change

 

Now I'm fighting the ways I'm enlightening you

And your friends, clinch their purse, lock their doors, when I'm around

And we both know why that sucks

And your parents, your parents, they don't know about me

I say let's leave town, but I feel like I been shot down, and I'm tired

So this ain't worth the risk

 

I'm fed up with them all, I'm fed up with my dawgs

I'm fed up with the looks that we get in restaurants

I know it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same

I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change

I'm fed up with your fam, you're fed up with my fam

We try and tell 'em what they try and tell us that we can't

I know it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same

I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change

 

Mama said, "Don't ever bring a white girl home to me"

Papa said, "Niggas catchin' cases every week, so you best stay on your feet"

Crazy (Crazy)

You can't seem to find light (Phase me)

And I just don't know why

Clingy (Clingy)

She's blind and doesn't understand the feeling (Feeling)

So I've had enough

 

La-la, la-la, la-la

La-la, la, la, la

La-la, la-la, la-la

La-la, la, la, la

La-la, la-la, la-la

La-la, la, la, la

La-la, la-la, la-la

La-la, la, la, la

 

Fetus

(feat. Injury Reserve)

 

Workin' dead end jobs till my girl off

Me and my baby broke, so we don't know what condoms are

The change my Mama gave me clinkin' like they Dorothy dog

I hope my seed don't inherit my Dad's cholesterol

I'm protective 'cause this world has got an evil will

They givin' guns with every muthafuckin' happy meal

A shooter every month and they pretend it's daffodils

My son'll probably see that fire before a fire drill

We fell in love and lit a flame before the tinder came

 

Back when T.I. "Bring 'Em Out" and 50 fucked with Game

We was a unit somethin' special life was super bliss

You shook your iced coffees like they was Shakira hips, ya dig

 

I-I-I want it

But she-she-she callin'

She want to get on it

I tell her I'm on one

Said we could have a baby, baby girl

But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?

I-I-I want it but

But she-she-she callin'

She want to get on it

I tell her I'm on one

Said we could have a baby, baby girl

But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?

 

To my future daughter or son

The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds

The circle of life could make a man feel like the one

Just know that you on purpose, it's never just hit and run, look

She said she might've missed her period

But my mind is somewhere else and I'm in 6th period

You know, 17 and delirious

Thinkin' we independent on that scared of our parents shit

See plan b really gotta be Plan B

Shit maybe C, D, E this is my damn seed, yeah

We paid cash rip up the damn receipt

'Cause mama got my account, that shit she can't see

Either time's flyin' or my mind is playin' tricks

Can't believe my baby girl's already turnin' six

Pray you nothin' like your daddy, stay away from drugs

Hope I can be half the father that my Mama was

I hope I can be half the father that the Mamba was

But now I'm kinda stuck, 'cause what I'm chasin' is so possessful

'Cause Adam too tough, yeah, Adam talkin' college funds

Shit, and I don't know if I'll have enough

'Cause man this game is inconsistent, yeah, ain't nothin' promised

And a bitchweekly paycheck sound perfect for my wallet

At what point ya hang the gloves up and throw ya towel on

Yeah, have I been wrong? Yeah, yeah

 

I-I-I want it

But she-she-she callin'

She want to get on it

I tell her I'm on one

Said we could have a baby, baby girl

But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?

I-I-I want it but

But she-she-she callin'

She want to get on it

I tell her I'm on one

Said we could have a baby, baby girl

But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?

 

I think that we are so used to life not bein' valued

That we think wastin' it on kindness is a bad idea

You should be gettin' money, you should be fuckin' hoes

You should drive fast cars, and then you realize, that you

Sometimes you get those things

And now you're just a nigga with those things

'Cause its like, well, what's next?

And it's like, well, I never tried a grape fruit by itself

And now you're just a nigga peelin', like eatin' a grapefruit

And you're like this is nice with sugar in it

And you're like why is this nicer than my Ferrari?

 

My Reality Lyrics

My reality is my fantasy

I know I'm so gone

I know I'm so gone

Is my fantasy

When there's nothing wrong

My problems are gone

 

Ahem, can I feel myself?

You finna need a hand-out

Now I need no help

Niggas that I looked up to

Is gettin' shook up too

And nigga, you don't know how weird that felt

Look, I went from skippin' class to makin' a classic

I'm steppin' over niggas and I'm skippin' the practice

A.I. when it come to the checks

I'm like, "Taxes? Taxes? Taxes?"

I always did what the fuck I wanted

And now girls scream like my shows are haunted

Livin' out the words that I used to say

We all dream but to live this way...

 

Is my fantasy (And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)

When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)

My problems are gone (That's why these niggas prolly mad at me)

Is my fantasy (And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)

When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)

My problems are gone (Now I smile, 'cause it's reality)

 

Fantasy's, boy, I just can't believe

Yeah, we all got dreams (I know I'm so gone)

Hoping for reality (I know I'm so gone)

You know I can't make it (Hey)

You know I can't lie to you

You know I can't fake it

You know I can't lie to you

 

Yeah

So as I (Skrrt) in my brand new Range

The great fulfills a void I can't explain

They be like, whoa, what's that money got on me

Like, that's a banana link chain

As I sit here, stare at my things

The glass half full from the joy that they bring

Livin' out the words that I used to say

We all dream but to live this way...

 

Is my fantasy (And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)

When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)

My problems are gone (That's why these niggas prolly mad at me)

Is my fantasy (And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)

When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)

My problems are gone (Now I smile, 'cause it's reality)

 

Who woulda thought we'd live where the sunsets?

Livin' a dream that still isn't done yet (I know I'm so gone)

I'm livin' out my fantasy (I know I'm so gone)

Don't know if the glow can handle me

I'm with my dawgs, we still gettin' money

I gotta say this shit isn't funny (I know I'm so gone)

We livin' out a fantasy (I know I'm so gone)

Don't know if the glow can handle we

 

Who woulda thought we'd live where the sunsets?

Livin' a dream that still isn't done yet

I'm livin' out my fantasy

Don't know if the glow can handle me

I'm with my dawgs, we still gettin' money

I gotta say this shit isn't funny

We livin' out a fantasy

Don't know if the glow can handle we