Momma show me tha game, told me it wont change.

Momma show me tha game, told me it wont change. Until you make it, but you gotta take shit To a whole nother level. Go get it, its betta. Imma make a way, trinna get that undalay. I had him kidnapped, ransom on tha way. I in tha field today, going play for play. Im talking lick for lick. I'm trinna drown in tha mix. They gone crown me next.a Yeah its perplex, close captured She deep in tha mattress. Im sharp as a càctus You cant rein act this. This a pick 6, this that John Wick. . on it. Till tha cemetery. Where they bury you suckers. lI'm hang around with some gunners. Roadaround with them opp hunters. Them Rebels, blow that buffer. You a never make it out of recover. Mess around they have ta rediscover. Stick you in them thicket woods. Smoke on you, BackWood. This gun got a switch on it. Them bullet's whiippin at ya head. Drill you for that bread. Drill, Drill fa tha dead.. Homies all locked back up, how i know they aint take they meds. They out, run, turn yo block into elma street. Then back ta tha streets. If im with Maz we grindin, grinding. Ill never bow out, im to freakin stubborn. Third Coast born Texas ràised. Im to Southern. came in doing laps around you niggas. Yeah i hate to come get it. I aint leavin no witness.