Mm2h (Intro) Lyrics

Pops was a mac

I'm the son of a gun

He never stayed with me

As far as raising me basically Nothing was done

Cursed as a child

But been blessed since my birth

From a good home

But seen worse of the worse

We just had everything

Holidays never rained

Food in the fridge

From the first to the first

Little wished his dad died

To get them checks

To the blind eye

That shit sound crazy

Then I thought about it

And I got them checks

My father dying

Helped my mother raise me

Come from the heart of the city

The 7th ward

Yougins walking wit choppas

I swear they never bored

Reaper waiting around the corner your never warned

Food from luckys

A Hugi up from the corner store

You was the reason

They called me a bastered

My mother fought your wife Next to that casket

Child at the wake

Memories ever lasting

Fuck that

If a nigga taking off ya kids plate Bust back

If you got a good women

Right at home love dat

Seems like everybody dying

In the city but rats

Fuck that

If a nigga taking off ya kids plate Bust back

If you got a good women right at home love dat

Seems like everybody dying

In the city but rats

My mixtape made it to heaven

My mixtape made it to heaven

My pops is bumping my shit

Him and Tupac in the whip

He told me that shit is lit

Aaliyah now on my

My mixtape made it to heave

Use to pray for a blessing

Copy's god said he got seven

My mixtape

Pops was a mac I'm the son of a gun

He never stayed with me as far raising me basically nothing was done

Had to get it on my own

Had to learn my right from

Wrongs

This shit started as a poem

No such thing as perfect homes

Momma cried she heard this song

I got a phone call for my birthday From my man out in Vegas

2 Days later same folks in my crib They said happy belated

Cut deep wit them words

So that night I got fresh and got Faded

But I still wanted my family to be The main reason I make it

I was taught

You gotta feed the fam

Until I meet the man

And my pops greet with hands

Gotta feed the fam

Until I see the land

And all my shackles canned

Flea just text stop playing

Drop them bombs Iran

This gotta reach japan

This gotta feed ya soul

Give you everything I know

If you promise that you'll grow

Everything I seen

If you say you'll follow dreams

Talking triple triple beams

Man this gotta feed the team

Swear this gotta feed the team