(Chorus: Mary Elizabeth McGlynn)
You, really don't deserve it (you, you)
But now, there’s nothing you can do
So sleep, in your only memory
Of me, my dearest mother
(Verse 1: AOne)
(Uhh)
(Bad bitch with a chopper)
(She lookin' like a model)
(Popped open like a bottle)
Bad bitch with a chopper, she lookin' like a model
Popped open like a bottle, she snortin’ lines in a ???
She poppin' pills on a French S
Bitches know me in the midwest
You hold her hand, I get the neck
You kiss the bitch, I get the check
I put it down for the whole set
This mob shit will never rest
Rest in peace to the J.A
Niggas know where yo' mama lay
So that money need to be proper-ly
Pull up, make the chopper spray
Niggas talk about this, niggas talk about that
But when a nigga get popped, he ain't got no strap
I dont been around the world and back
Passport been stamped
Yo best friend'll get clapped
I done put niggas on the map
I done seen a whole brick stamped
But I ain't see it 'til I had my own thing
MOB!
(Chorus: Mary Elizabeth McGlynn)
You, really don't deserve it (you, you)
But now, there’s nothing you can do
So sleep, in your only memory
Of me, my dearest mother
(Verse 2: K-Loc)
Oh we don’t do the holdin' hands or romancin’
Cause all my bitches prostitutes or strip dancin'
Get caught flashin', might hold yo' ass for ransom
Pistol whip, duct tape him and lash him
In mob fashion, we thuggin’ with a passion
You already know this, ain't no need to ask 'em
We turn tracks in, off drugs I'm relapsin'
Hustle every minute, no time for relaxin'
Money attracts 'em, we move off reaction
Middle finger up to the ones that back-stabbed him
Haters can't stand him, police wanna can him
Music I'm jammin'
Plates fulla powder, asparagus and salmon
Live life to the fullest 'til them fuckbois catch him
Imagine!
(Chorus: Mary Elizabeth McGlynn)
You, really don't deserve it (you, you)
But now, there's nothing you can do
So sleep, in your only memory
Of me, my dearest mother