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Fifty fifty
Fifty fifty
Fifty fifty
Ferrari Ferrari
Ferrari Ferrari
Ferrari Ferrari
Shooter shooter
Shooter shooter
I was innocent then
I ain’t do no wrong
She said you mommy
little man I said yep uh huh
She was everything to me
when she came I just lit up
Sunday morning I was
so sharp all did up
It was welfare hustlin'
they killed her for that
The first shot bullet
wound in my back
I’m fucked up look
at my sneakers I’m fucked up
Now I’m on my own mommy gone
Sam said you a young boy
why your clothes look so old
You don’t need fish little
nigga you need a pole
You don’t need no
new kicks you need an O
Chop that bag it get right back at it
That touched me it hit me in my heart
I’m a hustler homie
you was giving me my start
I am what I am
Sabrina’s only baby
Practicing in the mirror
pulling out my 380
Oh man I fucked up
nana gonna kill me
Whenever shit can go
wrong it always will
See seven grams of
cocaine three grams of dope
Saint Mary medallion
hanging from my rope
Try to punk me and my gun smoke
Look I’m outta control my gun go
Off like it’s legal
call the cops you need to
Give ‘em my description
I ain’t bullshitting
My high school sweetheart
love didn’t last long
Niggas start flashing
that bread and she was gone
That hurt me like
the bullet in my calf then
My next girl was a pain in the ass
I got two shots left in
case niggas try to get me
That’s nine shots
we just call it fifty
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Mama said mama said
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Then in came the landlord
beef and the stresses
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Mama said mama said
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
The dope bought the shit the
food stamps couldn’t get us
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
That’s what mama said
that's what mama said
Fifty fifty
Fifty fifty
Fifty fifty
Ferrari Ferrari
Ferrari Ferrari
Ferrari Ferrari
Shooter shooter
Shooter shooter
I was innocent then
I ain’t do no wrong
She said you mommy
little man I said yep uh huh
She was everything to me
when she came I just lit up
Sunday morning I was
so sharp all did up
It was welfare hustlin'
they killed her for that
The first shot bullet
wound in my back
I’m fucked up look
at my sneakers I’m fucked up
Now I’m on my own mommy gone
Sam said you a young boy
why your clothes look so old
You don’t need fish little
nigga you need a pole
You don’t need no
new kicks you need an O
Chop that bag it get right back at it
That touched me it hit me in my heart
I’m a hustler homie
you was giving me my start
I am what I am
Sabrina’s only baby
Practicing in the mirror
pulling out my 380
Oh man I fucked up
nana gonna kill me
Whenever shit can go
wrong it always will
See seven grams of
cocaine three grams of dope
Saint Mary medallion
hanging from my rope
Try to punk me and my gun smoke
Look I’m outta control my gun go
Off like it’s legal
call the cops you need to
Give ‘em my description
I ain’t bullshitting
My high school sweetheart
love didn’t last long
Niggas start flashing
that bread and she was gone
That hurt me like
the bullet in my calf then
My next girl was a pain in the ass
I got two shots left in
case niggas try to get me
That’s nine shots
we just call it fifty
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Mama said mama said
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Then in came the landlord
beef and the stresses
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Mama said mama said
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
The dope bought the shit the
food stamps couldn’t get us
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
That’s what mama said
that's what mama said

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