‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night
Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right
Your man wale in his own damn lane
Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim
Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,
Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit
Ill minded imma take aim,
I live my life in tha fast lane
All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,
I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came
Mixing potion from african forests
I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
Too drunk to aim, so i might accidentally
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars
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