Monique Son

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