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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juelz Santana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
LaRon James
Songwriter
Gregg Green
Songwriter
Seon Thomas
Composer
Phil Hurtt
Composer
Walter "Bunny" Sigler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heatmakerz
Producer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Recording Engineer
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yo, the time is now, my grind is here, shit
My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it
I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race
Before it started, damn, cold-hearted man
Rip apart your man, for the green dollar
Plant wherever my target, stay and holla
Shoot and move from wherever my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep
It's real, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep
Holding the heat, cold sweat all on my sheet
'S why I paint the most vividest pictures
For my **** my bitches in the same position I live in
No oil or hot water, just boilin' hot water
Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
But who am I, man?
Yo, I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona
But still sell crack right on the corner
My life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffs
Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit, what? This shit sucks
I need to find another road to follow
One that's new and strong, not old and hollow, oh
As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefer
Listen to some old Aaliyah, I say
Damn, man, shit is crazy, man
And a tear comes trembling down
You never seen a man cry, well you witness it now
Shit, this ain't game from the heart, this is pain from the heart
This for you, Dame, it came from the heart, so
Mommy, I just want you to know
I'm in love with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love wit' your soul
My angel, mommy, I'd die faithful
Just knowing somebody tried to violate you
I'll slide eights through the side of their facial
Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, I swallow the gun
Shit, you gotta know I'm your son
Damn, this type of love can only come from a son
Hold up mommy, I'm twisted, I'm drunk, listen
Yeah, but it's more than the liquor and weed
Yeah it's more than the liquor in me
Shit, uh, I got to get it together
I was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughts
So, I'm still speakin' the truth
And what I'm still speakin' is true, this is your youngest son speakin' to you, mommy
Written by: Cameron Giles, Gregg Green, LaRon James, Phil Hurtt, Seon Thomas, Walter "Bunny" Sigler