On My Mama ft. Mad Talent Lyrics

I built it all from a brick of dust

The flake illuminates

I need a pan fuck a dinner plate

1008 grams

When it hit the streets the kane Crunch like fish tails

Nigga this dope is real

These fakes try to fool you

Like counter-fit bills

Even bars is hit

Niggas cutting prescription pills

Shit was destined

I foreseen it all threw sheer will

I couldn't hide the pain

My struggles real

Selling china

Like a chink

Blood diamonds

In my Cuban link

Heavy the burden

On my mama I made a mill

Cutting white like bo ricks

I'm illustrious

Dope measured with mac spoons

The feins loving it

I swear to god I found my niche

Cooking a brick

Listening to the chef

It's only built for Cuban links

Money's my only mission

I'll gun you down

Ya run be short

Like a intermission

Motherfucka

My eyes cut

And the shit is in front of me

Woman wanna c me

But i already got company

Has the karma come for me

Laying in my bed

Making breakfast

And its having lunch with me

Look

What life has become

The thoughts be regulated

By the remy

And the ghanja

Attitude is fuck it

As i sip and i ponder

Tryna change my life

Like stevie I wondered

Blind

And superstitious

With intentions

Fuck the drama

Ready for the bullshit

I put it on my momma

Praying for a better day

Inspired by the llama

Sound bites of the mind

Some thoughts i aint fond of

And thats when the pain is real

Im insane and ill

Smoke the angel dust

On Ezekiels wheel

Praying for the real

I don't hurt a soul

In my quest for mills