Mommas House ft. clipse szn Lyrics

Life is like a friend, fighting just to win

I just roll the spliff, that's a holy gift

Sit inside the crib cause I don't like shit

Step outside, through the bright light, righteous

Niggas think they right, block them, Mike Tyson

Boy blossom, I'm the boss styling

Don't sock them, let the mummy chime in

Wrap it up, bitch I'm done with this assignment

Kindly, bye nigga, I ain't sliming, I'm just sliding through the rhymes in

Time with the mind that I sent to your eyes, since

You don't got the time to spend, rewind

Short fine, mad divine, put a pause on my guide, nigga

Swear above a God, I'm finna dive in it

I wrote it all, it's in the fine print

Big stepping in the Vans when I stride ten

Swig peppermint enhance when I'm writing

Mig veteran at bombing at your swine, twin

So often, I'm stomping across my own faucet

I've lost it, your shit still buns, yeah I crossed it

The closet, I peek into the dreams and they flow

Like my afro, posted in the Grove, my involvement

Left me with echoing comments within my own conscious

You gotta stay pushing and gotta stay locked in

It ain't gonna end that's the motherfucking process

Crashing back at my mama house, niggas don't know what i'm about

A flower still a flower wherever a nigga bound to sprout

i done put in double the art without like half the clout

A man just posed to get up and do it, you never had to pout

My rapper credit good and you know that, i'm finna max it out

i'm batting 100 and bowling for 2, feel like a master now

They mastered the fake plastic I cross the lines out of bounds

Activist fake mad and niggas is fake woke

I can do anything on that stage but I can't choke

look at what I made from just a blank book

You prolly get a hit if you just change hooks

Had to change to picture crooked smile or the frame shook

Bitch, i'm on one somebody shoulda told him

Nigga i'm a soldier, verse I done sold them

Verses I done donated gave my shit to charity

Everything I got i'll risk it all just for some clarity

Apparently it ain't what it appear to be

memories is just memories remember me by

my soliloquies and the feeling that i provide is too one of a kind

Feel like i'm running from god, feel like i'm running from who

Feeling like in running from ahh (fuck), i'm too introspective

You ain't gotta respect or question, keep moving directionless

I'm putting up my arms for protection, not cuz

I'm flexing shit the effort feel so effortless