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Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen fire, same color t shirt

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen fire, same color t shirt

Young brother poppin', pocket full of cottage

Whoa kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin'

Had to cop the Audi then the top I had to chop it

We were pocket watchin' so I had to keep the rocket

Neck water faucet, Mockingbirds mockin'

Act pint stockin', nats keep thottin'

Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky

Lotta people copy, ain't nobody who can stop me

Bitches call me papi, yeah that's my hobby

Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reily

One off in the chamber ain't no need for me to cock it

People get to droppin' when the Draco get to poppin'

All I want is cottage, a cigar full of broccoli

No check, want the cash, brother, I don't do deposits

Bitches cross the border, bitches from the tropics

I'ma get that bag, brotha, ain't no doubt about it

I'ma feed my family, yeah, ain't no way around it

Ain't never gon' let up, God said show my talent

Boy with the Anna, walkin' with the hammer

Talking country grammar, boy, straight north Atlanta

Young brother poppin', pocket full of cottage

Whoa kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin'

Had to cop the Audi then the top I had to chop it

People pocket watchin' so I gotta keep the rocket

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen fire, same color t shirt

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen fire, same color t shirt

1995, 2005

Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive

Real mob ties, real frog eyes

Real whole pies, all time high

Do it for the culture

They gon' bite like vultures

Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas

I'ma hit the gas 12 can't pull me over

Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin' drank in sodas

I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone sir

Stop all that flexin', young boy don't wanna go there

Never been a gopher, always been a soldier

Young boys in the cut, they be postin' like a vulture

Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit

Yeah shawty bad, but she broke cause she don't own shit

Mama asked me, "Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"

I've been ridin' through the city in my new Benz

Young brother poppin', pocket full of cottage

Whoa kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin'

Had to cop the Audi then the top I had to chop it

People pocket watchin' so I gotta keep the rocket

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen fire, same color t shirt

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen fire, same color t shirt