My mom

My mama used to always keep a little bit of droop

The insects in a window while she's folding our clothes.

And no life will have its issues.

There will never be a problem with the wind.

She told me, son, don't worry, don't you have no shame?

There's going to be frustration in this white man's game and they're gonna have us tied up

once it's legalized because it is a trend.

My mama had to work.

My mama had to burn.

Two kids.

My mama drove the church and iron shirts and kept a smirk.

And I think my mama musta worked that saltine at the factor

Why she came home crying said I'm tired of these crackers

I roll up for pretty girls that's on their grind getting paid

I roll up for women who like what no crystal stack cage

And I roll up for any my niggins that's stuck in that damn.

Corn from their family, hustling grand.

We love you.

We're spoking on Big Uncle Sam.

This misery weed is a government scam.

My cousin my weed, and the plug is my mask.

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