Got my niggas screamin' Bandlife
I don't think you want it as bad as I do, nigga
Hah
You see the pain in my eyes, I can't hide it
I'm addicted to this drank and I can't motherfuckin' hide it
Man, my mama asked me, "Son, how you become so fuckin' violent?"
Well, 'cause, mama, since I been rappin', niggas wanna try it
I'll smack niggas and bitches, I ain't motherfuckin' biased
And I move pitbull and pigeons, I'm a motherfuckin' lion
I pimp twenty-plus bitches, I'm the real life Simon
And if these bitches don't listen, then this right hand flyin' (Bitch)
Ain't even got a gold plaque, but in the hood, I went diamond
Hit your hood with that sack like a defensive lineman
They like, "Lonnie back fat," that's that money diet, huh
Next year we comin' jack, bitch, and I'm the pilot (For real)
I just bought my first Rollie, yeah, it's perfect timin'
These niggas thought Lonnie was broke, I was stackin' silent
You in the hood, nowhere to go, I expand my horizon
They tryna wonder what I'm on 'cause I keep switchin' climates
Huh, I'm a mama's baby
She know her son brazy
Huh, God knew what He was doin' when He made me
Huh, I wanted to be Big Meech
Not no Jay-Z, huh
But somehow this rap shit done saved me
Huh, got it out the mud, that's why you see this dirty ass cup
Thought I had a plug and I was out of town playin' tough
Whoever thought these credit cards could get you rich in a month?
Whoever thought we'd have the whole world tryna be us?
We kicked in the door, they tried to blackball
Huh, we got indicted, whole city tryna talk down
This city tried to blame us when they whacked dawg
You can't swim in that water, then you bound to drown
I'm a mama's baby
She know her son brazy
God knew what He was doin' when He made me
Huh, mama said I died and came back when I was born
My sister died at birth and that left my mama torn
Huh, and when the check clear, I'm puttin' mama in a foreign
She deserve all this shit, she ain't gotta work no more
Huh, love my baby mama, yeah, she gave me the greatest gift
Can't say no to my daughter, yeah, she get everything she wish
Don't think that 'cause I'm ballin' that I won't still send a hit
Got all my ex-bitches callin', man, they sick I'm gettin' rich
You sick now
You see me up in dawg's shit now
Hold on, hold on, see the bitch, I up the bustdown
Huh, could've had it, but ain't stayed down
Huh, I'm a mama's baby
She know her son brazy
Huh, God knew what He was doin' when He made me
Huh, I wanted to be Big Meech
Not no Jay-Z, huh
But somehow this rap shit done saved me
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