MOMMA'S PICASSO Lyrics

It's 2025 can you put it in the mail

And my manager will put it on a plate

Man I got a lot of hopes since I left home

Imma show em that I'm really doing great

VISA, leaning for Pisa

Working all night, Imma fly all my niggas

Working on projects, I cannot do this

It's getting late though, sick on my eighth note

Put it on the line nigga

Hope it's looking sunny when

I'm bigger than a motherfucking song nigga

Put it on the stage nigga

All my homies looking for a spot in the light nigga

Put it in the back Imma throw it in my backpack

Platter in your face Imma link it to a face off

Told me let go, but I'm really a problem

Shabba in the lot Imma stay thugging out though

When will the drama end

Flowing so deep on the Henny we locked in

I didn't see that it would really end here

Shabba going in so deep for your favour

I served my time, I sat through all the problems

Why did you hate me that shit really hurt me

Tryna do right but you fucking me up though

It is okay that did you did it to me though

Momma this shit is for you though

I hope I didn't embarrass the family

Couldn't be smart, I couldn't do fantasies

I've been a smoker and I've been a drinker

Sadie you got me you're setting me straight

I learned a lot, lost a lot in this bitch

I'm deep in the clubs, I need a hug

I'm under new management I cannot bug

I'm almost done, I'm lying I'm taking this all the way

Till I am old as your love

I'm better than you, yes you in the mirror

I'm sorry my nigga but this is our year