Monique Son Lyrics

Remember mama, I was askin' Jigga, is you ready

You my only son, you gotta make sure that they get this message

You know you the one, prove the world wrong, it's your profession

Gotta get this money, treat these days like it's your last possession

If I hop out with it, I ain't tryna scare you, it's just for protection

People look at me like I'm the biggest, my last bitch regret it

I been in the trap, since a kid, I ain't gotta scale it

I can look that n***a in the eyes, I know that he'll tell it

I done paid my tithes up in the church, you can ask my dad

I told you I ain't trappin' for real, they just opened the package

I told you I ain't spendin' for real, they just flexin' with cabbage

They notice that we gettin' it for real, we is the ones that's outlastin

Where I come from, it get nasty, either you robbin' or you trappin

We was high speed in the traffic, S-R-T geeked , it get nasty

Come from the bottom, no cappin', if you shed tears, no napkin

Bro, hit the stick it shoot rapid', still poppin' through all this sadness

Remember mama, I was askin' Jigga, is you ready

You my only son, you gotta make sure that they get this message

You know you the one, prove the world wrong, it's your profession

Gotta get this money, treat these days like it's your last possession

If I hop out with it, I ain't tryna scare you, it's just for protection

People look at me like I'm the biggest, my last bitch regret it

I been in the trap, since a kid, I ain't gotta scale it

I can look that n***a in the eyes, I know that he'll tell it

I can look that n***a in the eyes, I know that he'll tell it