Don't stop playing with me, my mama said she gon' whoop your ass Your ass, your ass Yeah Don't stop playing with me, my mama said she gon' whoop your ass Your ass, your ass I got my money stacked, you know we gon' do this for the reals I want to die today, that's really how a gangster feel Let's get this over with, my eyes drift to window sill If you don't take this picture nigga I'm pushing back that pill I guess As the summer that my mama raised a soldier I look at pictures now when all that's changed is grinded down molars And of course the maps and numbers You wouldn't know it if I ain't told you, cause I never shut up about all of my niggas for real I mean, how could I? When even in life I never let them rest We were hoo, holla, annoy mamas, synonyms for jest She checked up on us and found a basketball with our heads rest Now my chain follow heartbeat as it tap upon my chest Ever since magic entered my life I don't know what to believe But I look up at the sky and realize I'm co-opting all your things Niggas rip off arms and names of heart they carried on they sleeves He said I'm sorry I killed that boy, but he tried to kill my dreams Okay, I don't get it but some things better left unknown Was cheated for the punishment of me not coming home Well I ain't been the same since they shot baby boy up in his dome And grandma you ain't been the same since his father followed him home Hands on my face, the memories that it brings Tonight it's in my ears, you can't imagine the sound it rings Must be the same as hearing me constantly mention the angel wings I only say it cause another one will rise when they hear the strings go– Don't stop playing with me, my mama said she gon' whoop your ass Your ass, your ass My mama taught me squabble I'm always ready to wobble But not just demons, even beliefs I hit deep water with goggles I have my enemies toggled We steppin' on demons for so long I got a permanent hobble And I've been working on myself cause mama told me to Just know a foot all in your ass is truly overdue Shout out my brodie, that's my dog he fired [?] too I learned to show my empathy so I can live in truth Hope you can live it too My mama really with the extra, she will beat your ass I done seen it with my own two, she low key fast She got a cold right hook and a low key jab Say her name in vain, no mama say no homie pass Lost my pops when I was one, she was my only dad That ain't feel like I was missing one, that was my only brag She called me bro but she a trippin', say don't bro me back Give me whatever and she never said you owe me back So I'm gon' ball like number 8, afro kobe back And if we fall, we gon' ball again and then we stack And ain't no hoe up in my heart, mama taught me that And ain't no mark up in my blood, cause mama taught me scrap And if you run up as a grown man, I'm gon' react And you gon' lose but it's cool, come back when you repatch And if I lose, extend my hand to you and we rehash Mama said come do it now before yo ass is grass Don't stop playing with me, my mama said she gon' whoop your ass Your ass, your ass They pay to play while I play with me Have a seat, mama said no strong mind weak But a hard head get that ass beat Pop said lock while he drink that spare teach In the end I think about him in my sleep, but I'm nodding off deep Like, tryna get these songs right In the beat like, think of backlight All this little time we got left It beat my ass for so long I forgot what I did like Probably missed steps, like that switch, right Spinning lines, running lines, had a song right I thought I was seeing shit twice Shit hit different on site 10 feet I was just deep swimming in feelings I never needed friends but I always had them Everything if I didn't, could you imagine no visit If I never had a gang on my twin laughing, I'd probably be crashing out Shot brothers glassy, what you know about What I would have done, who never would have been talked about What around is all about, word of mouth, fuck a caption It's real life, feel what they talk about It's real right, what family don't talk about Dead chapters, you know we kill like every night but it's don't tell Still fuck twelve Every day when I wake up I try to breathe Before you cut on the beat Niggas sellin' demons like in the street We sayin' peace, still got a job, don't lose sleep They need to lose teeth, for the badge over the heartbeat Like all over the trauma still ain't healed, fucked up, you got me Not in my head, that's so homegrown I swear