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Mama said, I got a problem
Mama said, I need god
Mama said, I got a problem
Mama said, I need god
And lately I've been chasin lighting
And I've been tryin to make it with this hate inside me
And I've been to the end of times the way I'm ridin
And I've been callin shots so you can say I'm psychic
My latest says I need to smile, she says I'm always down
Meanwhile I'm tryin to drown
Inside this bottle of crown
I ain't fuckin around,
I've been up and then down
I was better when down
Everyone that's around, was my homies for real
They love me for real,
Now I'm fuckin wit Jews arguing over publishing deals.
I'm fuckin for real, how the fuck does it feel
To go from nothing to something an you fucking for real
Mama said, I got a problem
Mama said, I need god
Mama said, I got a problem
Mama said, I need god
And I just keep on smokin weed
And I just keep on poppin beans
And I just keep on sippin lean
And I know that it's killin me
And things are looking up but I still miss my brother
And I still think about the nights that we use to hustle
Tears in my eyes, I can feel then coming
People talking to me, I ain't hearing nothing
I'm riding all alone man, I'm in the zone
In airplane mode, I'm turning on my phone
And I fucking with no one I need some time
And I just need to roll one up and now get high
Think about the time we use to ride and talk about it all
Now I'm thinking bout you dog everytime I hit the mall
On my six, standing tall
I'm still mackin in these broads
Can't belive this fat boy got that game man I pull them all
Mama said, I got a problem
Mama said, I need god
Mama said, I got a problem
Mama said, I need god
And I just keep on smokin weed
And I just keep on poppin beans
And I just keep on sippin lean
And I know that it's killin me
Oh, let me sing a song about my life, about my life
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