Aztec lock the back door bro get to the basement momma coming home soon we all getting wasted imma pop pill too imma just face it no need to ask bro I ain't gonna waste it this was in my bedroom we were just playin it would all go soon didn't contemplate it momma ain't like your momma she got niave gangster vibe we never had that drama hotboxing her car every night you ever seen a hot boxed house with 15 cops cars posted outside k9s and ARs all aiming at your back side that's a moment to forget yourself time to swallow all your pride you will stop moving for your health that's how too many people died me and my sister down we will never truly fight this was back when we got Stoned that was our family time nobody else understood i got red tint in my eyes I don't expect you to relate to none of this but you'll know getting high back as just a jit anyone was hit blades and guns on hip on the stand i plead the fifth raised by the streets we was kids I don't blame for what she did she was wrong but I'm not dead had to keep the family fed had to stay up out the feds associated blues and reds whacked out from all them meds but it ain't how the paper read had to make a different move that's the first time I was dead momma still around she doesn't remember all the pills she downed chemical surrender she just gets the sound the lyrics won't offend her her baby boy rocks a crown he's a VIP member shout out to my mom said I could do it so I'm a big spender I'll pay mine up front not looking for a lender I got mine produced not looking for a vendor