Lord Fish Face - Momma Knows Best

Im scraping for survival
Grown psychopathic tendencies
Keeping bodies in my trunk
You probably think I'm pushing keys
Thats word to Larry Hoover
Uncle Germ out there in Houston
Caught in traffic
Moving units
Streets had taught him
Speak it fluent
Imma product of the narcotics
Circling my inner city
Kids dont got no guidance
Wilding while they killing kidneys
Caught up with that five oh
You tripping boy you really silly
Scrappin for survival
Thats why my momma get so pissy
Product of the violence
Trapped inside our inner city
Kids dont got no guidance
Wilding cause they feelin empty
Locked up for bout five oh
Then scream they really miss the city
Strappin for survival
Thats why they mommas get so pissy
Catch a niggy lurking
Imma have to dome dirty
I don't want a one-five-seven
So I add another thirty
I been underneath influence
Getting high, that's why im truant
I won't hit no chick nor lady
But them drugs im gone' abuse'em
Mixing shrooms up with my weed
Stray from meth it fucks up teeth
Is homie slumped or is he sleep
Was it Xans or was it ZZZ's
Down south in them L.P. streets
A lonely soul is a lonely road
Kids gone' dig and find that stash of what that doctor may have wrote
Push that shit all down they throat
Chase with lean to up the dose
And that's how we gone' learn to cope
Sniffing drugs and losing hope
Parents yelling Antidote
But all they got is Anecdotes
Kids with cocaine in their sneezes
Sad they got no call from Jesus
Damn

Written by:
Daunte Bright

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