Tg3 - On My Mama

Lemme know lemme know this is it
Lemme know lemme know this is it
I got more in store yeah I'm working on my gifts
They just wanna ride the wave better call a Lyft
I don't mess with the fake counterfeit
You can tell by the way that I spit
It's legit on my momma dem
I know that I'm blessed
So no problems then, yeah yeah
Haven't written in a minute, so you know I'm bout to kill it
Touch my tape
Better wear fire proof gloves when you get it
Hit you wit a metaphor, play it twice before you get it
Imma get it
Imma win it
I'm gon keep it
I'm gon spend it
Ay
What I need food for, music feed my soul
I been having dreams
Having dreams of the road
World tour
Moves all around the globe
Big dreams
Since five years old
Four door
Hop out for the jet
My turn
Yes, I'm up next
Big man tings, that's the only thing I know
Bad gyal ting, just pulled up on the road
Hard man fi dead, man I'm bad to the bone
Rude and Naija boy on the throne
Come thru
We can kick it like Kempo
Turn up, and switch up the tempo
My body's just like a temple
Popping, blowing up like a pimple
Sucka, for a girl with some dimples
Own this
Nah, it's not a rental
Yea
I'm the future
Got the keys
I'm a lion
I'm a beast
I was born a fucking king
And I don't need to talk shit, resume speaking for itself
Dead the old me, got to know me, now I know me and I really like myself
Brooklyn
Lemme know lemme know this is it
Lemme know lemme know this is it
I got more in store yeah I'm working on my gifts
They just wanna ride the wave better call a Lyft
I don't mess with the fake counterfeit
You can tell by the way that I spit
It's legit on my momma dem
I know that I'm blessed
So no problems then, yeah yeah
This that grand slam hit got me like Serena
Undefeated imma pass it up to Venus
I can run the game out this world
You stuck in arenas
All the proof you need is right here fuck about subpoenas
Better fear the kid and the skills fresh up out the cleaners
Uh
Take a loss, bounce right back
U don't know the meaning
You still lying on ya back yeah spread eagle
Use to laugh at the boy sounding like hyenas
But like mufasa son I'm coming right back for my kingdom
I was gone for a while
But I'm the one that matters like a only child
Mafia style, mess with us now
Face a whole squad off a speed dial
That's a real media takeout
Ain't I AI Just Practice had u lit like a bonfire
So i plan to keep it going nothing but flames nigga till i retire
Sleeping on me yeah u real tired
Mm mm mm Eminem Eminem guess u walked a 8 mile
Bet you won't do it again
Teacher of year learnt ya lesson
Lemme know lemme know this is it
Lemme know lemme know this is it
I got more in store yeah I'm working on my gifts
They just wanna ride the wave better call a Lyft
I don't mess with the fake counterfeit
You can tell by the way that I spit
It's legit on my momma dem
I know that I'm blessed
So no problems then, yeah yeah
I got some shit that's on my mind
They told me bottle that
Made me an example
Sorry you won't get your model back
Damn, I lost it
Once again I done tossed it
Fumbling while I'm rolling up
I gotta gold the cup
I gotta goal to rush
I gotta plan
Really gotta go and get a band
Really go and be a man
Do for the kin
Like I'm never seeing them again
Really gotta go and make amends
Putting my
Pride up know I got that
When do I
Rise up like a falcon
City I'm
Sorry that I been gone
I just been
Running with the bosses
And I came from the West of town
Know I'm royalty when
Looking at my cap and gown
I rock Nike Blazers
And hoodie with a smell
Get it for the low
I promise Goodwill is on sale
I'm with show and tell
God I'm getting all this money
I keep punching in my code
I pray I never see a day
That's wasted of my soul
I lay awake and wait
For haters reaching for my gold
Cause I ain't never seen a gator
Eating peaches off a pole

Written by:
Bradford Grant, Lawrence King, Victor-Alan Weeks

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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