[Produced by THC] [Intro] Look at all the bullshit I been through If I take you home, will you tell the truth Look at all the bullshit I been through If I take you home, will you tell the truth [Verse 1] Momma take this mothafuckin' block off Tryna reach you everyday, collect calls Never get through, and I go through withdrawals Say who told you that I wanted this door To slam shut, I just wanted to vent or Ask you if you give me your rent for A attorney, I can pay you back more Soon as I get out, yea every rack is yours Commissary running low, I need help Not too much, I hustle up the rest myself K Dot wrote me saying Marcus got killed If you knew me, then you know how bad I feel Quisha prove me wrong, and never came to visit And I heard she fucking on some other nigga And my niggas left me in the dark, blind Mama just get back at me this last time [Hook] Men lie, women lie - men lie, women lie Men lie, women lie - men lie, women lie Look at all the bullshit I been through If I take you home, will you tell the truth [Verse 2] Mama take this mothafuckin' block off That's on the date the day I take the block off Pulled up, and they put me in them cop cars Please believe me, This ain't easy by far You forgot you're talking to your only son Remember when you put me in that relay run I was racing, chasing dreams to be the best You had taught me that the very day I won All I need is you to give me same support Investigation saying that the same report From a witness just might testify in court DA say I take a deal, or take a loss I ain't built for all them god damn numbers God's will, say a prayer for me mama If you can't, then open up the phone lines Mama just get back at me this last time [Hook] [Verse 3] Dante, if I stress to take the block off That's the day the state had take them locks off I could only help but do so much Bettering yourself, your own crutch Look at your reflection tell me who you see Who is your protection, G-O-D No it's not neglection, I have just accepted Your fate and what its gon' be Remember all the nights that I cried Thinking that my only son just died Peeking through the window, kicking through the door It's you they looking for, raid outside Rather see you locked up than dead Only you would say that I'm selfish So before I take the stand, and put this bible in my hand Son, let me say this [Hook]
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