Mama ain't proud
Been smokin the loud
Wet like a towel
I'm loving my town
They hating the scene
Thizzler be sleeping
And dreaming on me
All of these niggas be scheming on me
Wishing these bad things that happen on me
Chasing my dream
To buy out the lease
For an M3
Foreign M3
I'm showin heart
And I'm playing my part
Right from the start
And I Aim for my dreams
And I'm reaching the stars
It's a flick of the wrist
With a touch of the shine
And they reading my mind
Ignoring the grind
Dodging the schemes and I'm ducking the plots
Writing these lines
And I'm breaking the box
I'm sick of the lies
I'm sick of the truth
Can not decide
To holster or shoot
Can I decide
To bolster to truth
Chasing the fame
While I'm deep in booth
Pull up on me
And a nigga might shoot
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Mama ain't proud
Been smokin the loud
Wet like a towel
I'm loving my town
They hating the scene
Thizzler be sleeping
And dreaming on me
All of these niggas be scheming on me
Wishing these bad things that happen on me
Chasing my dream
To buy out the lease
For an M3
Foreign M3
I'm showin heart
And I'm playing my part
Right from the start
And I Aim for my dreams
And I'm reaching the stars
It's a flick of the wrist
With a touch of the shine
And they reading my mind
Ignoring the grind
Dodging the schemes and I'm ducking the plots
Writing these lines
And I'm breaking the box
I'm sick of the lies
I'm sick of the truth
Can not decide
To holster or shoot
Can I decide
To bolster to truth
Chasing the fame
While I'm deep in booth
Pull up on me
And a nigga might shoot
Been smokin the loud
Wet like a towel
I'm loving my town
They hating the scene
Thizzler be sleeping
And dreaming on me
All of these niggas be scheming on me
Wishing these bad things that happen on me
Chasing my dream
To buy out the lease
For an M3
Foreign M3
I'm showin heart
And I'm playing my part
Right from the start
And I Aim for my dreams
And I'm reaching the stars
It's a flick of the wrist
With a touch of the shine
And they reading my mind
Ignoring the grind
Dodging the schemes and I'm ducking the plots
Writing these lines
And I'm breaking the box
I'm sick of the lies
I'm sick of the truth
Can not decide
To holster or shoot
Can I decide
To bolster to truth
Chasing the fame
While I'm deep in booth
Pull up on me
And a nigga might shoot
Writer: LC Shorter
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