Aunt Jemima Lyrics

Ay, '02 baby

730 Maplewood, Granny couldn't save me

I was really in that bush lurkin for that paper

Really tellin lies, fuck the county station

Upstate, my papa doin hella time

I barely knew what life was before I see my momma die

And my youngin got that mix, like pancakes, sippin syrup, shoutout Aunt Jemima

Pussy, it's all 99s in my startin lineup

Hey, but I don't need no contract for what I do, it's genuine

If I fuck with you, I fuck with you and if I don't, it's fuck you, then

If you with the team, you ballin like a starter, ain't no subbin in

I'm front line makin plays wit my teammates, come huddle in

Take yo tongue from out yo mouth, you keep on runnin it

Always movin with this heater, shit, I need an oven mitt

And my brother Nick Cannon, front line, blick in handy, wit a drum in it

Heart cold, I'm anemic

Had dreams, but he sold, he couldn't see it, I can't fuck with him

Gon switch the beat, this choppa be my mini me

It's a symphony

Movin like a mafia, you make the wrong move, we clippin em

Cook em like tilapia and leave em wit the fish for dissin me

I hate when people talk too much, but movin on a different beat

That pump fakin, lob it up, I'm dodging everyone but fiends

Hey, hey, hey, '02 baby

730 Maplewood, Granny couldn't save me

I was really in that bush lurkin for that paper

Really tellin lies, fuck the county station

Upstate, my papa doin hella time

I barely knew what life was before I see my momma die

And my youngin got that mix, like pancakes, sippin syrup, shoutout Aunt Jemima

Pussy, it's all 99s in my startin lineup

I don't need no contract for what I do, it's genuine

If I fuck wit you, I fuck wit you and if I don't, it's fuck you, then