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Verse 1
That bad- da- ba- ba- ba- ba,
ba- ba- ba- ba- ba, that's hot
Yeah, who are you? Santana
man? We do
Yeah, man
I gotta get my thoughts together, man
(light up a blunt)
Be cryin' sometimes too
Verse 2
Ebm
Yo
The time is now, my grind is here shit
My body is focused,
pace
I managed to reach the top of the race
Rip apart your man, for that green dollar
my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep
It's really, I got to wake up,
just to know I was sleep
Holdin' the heat,
cold sweat all on my sheet
Cb
Ebm
That's why I paint the most
vividest pictures
For my niggas,
my bitches in the same position I live in
just boilin' hot water
Verse 3
Cookin' coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
I couldn't tell y'all
I cry too, man
C'mon, who am I?
We also talk about real shit
So fuck with me
We do talk about some
bullshit too, man
You know (yeah)
Verse 4
Ebm
Yo
I lived the life of a loner,
with a righteous persona (yeah)
But still sell crack right on the corner
My life consist of,
a big puzzle that's mixed up
Big bail it gets up, I get out, shit what,
to follow
One that's new and strong,
this reefeer
Listenin' to some old
Cb
Aaliyah, I say
Damn (damn, man), shit is crazy,
Ebm
man
And a tear comes tremblin' down
Never seen a man cry,
well you witness it now
this is pain from the heart
This is for you Dame,
Verse 5
You know who seen my cry the most
She watched me cry a lot, man
yeah, I cried a whole lot around Mom Dukes,
man, you know
Verse 6
Ebm
Mommy, I just want you to know
I'm in love with you so
If you wasn't here I'd be in love
with your soul (oh)
My angel, mommy I'd die faithful (yes)
Just knowin' somebody
tried to violate you
I'll slide eighths through the side of
their facial (of course)
Squeeze and rip apart a side of
their facial (I will)
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet,
I swallow the gun (yes)
Shit, you gotta know I'm your son
Damn, this type of love,
could only come from her son
Hold up mommy,
I'm twisted I'm drunk
Listen
Verse 7
Listen to me
Down, down
I'm talkin' to you
Once again, man
Once again
Verse 8
I love you
and weed
Yeah, it's more then the liquor in me
Cb
Ebm
Shit (uh), I gotta get
it together
I was fallin' off,
with drunk words and sober thoughts
So, I'm still speakin' the
truth (uh- huh)
And what I'm still speakin' is truth
This is your younger son
Verse 9
Woo
Yeah
I done spoke to y'all enough,
Ebm
man
Y'all know why we cry
James, cut this shit off
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