(Yeah boi) Only kind of first real love My baby got them dreams you could touch and a voice from above She's a pearl in the rough It takes a village to raise 'em We don't do it all by ourselves I know my smile can be upstaggin' On a stage I provide like a daddy And a mother, father I give my life Put that on my life (I put that on everything) I be up in my comments and I scroll through A few opinions You can't do it quite like I can (do it!) I'm just here to shed a light, yeah yeah 'Cause we gon' be alright, be alright Baby mama, baby mama I ain't with that drama, not that baby mama Ain't dependent on you, I'm a baby mama Baby mama, baby mama The whole world looking at me, single mama This song ain't just for me, it's for every mama yeah Every day I breathe is for my little mama I'm every woman and a baby mama Only hit me when you need some Pretending like you need somebody I guess you didn't see or imagine me somebody I'm thinking maybe I'll just chill tonight Stomp up in some heels tonight I'll be in my feelings for life So you can't milf us up We ain't a muhfuh 'Cause we will light you up I be up in my comments and I scroll through A few opinions You can't do it quite like I can (do it!) I'm just here to shed a light, yeah yeah 'Cause it gon' be alright, be alright Baby mama, baby mama (yeah, yeah, yeah...) I ain't with that drama, not that baby mama Ain't dependent on ya, I'm a baby mama (I got my own money, baby mama) Baby mama, baby mama Whole world looking at me single mama (single mama) This song ain't just for me, it's for every mama yeah (every mama) Every day I breathe is for my little mama (little mama, yeah) I'm every woman and a baby mama Only hit me when you need some Pretending like you need somebody, yeah yeah I guess you didn't see or imagine me somebody Chance The Rapper? You not the only one that can take out trash That can make the cash That can make her laugh You not the only one that can make the bread That can make her drinks, that can make her scream Keep her vibrating when I make her beg Gotta make it last, gotta little bit of hmm Gotta break her bed You already gotta show, can't take it back Gotta face the facts Once a baby, have a little bit of baby fat Look, I know it's hard when your baby mama don't want you Especially if she don't need you Especially if she used to feed you Especially if she used to keep you Especially if you used to cheat too Wait come and think of it She didn't never ever really need you Baby mama, baby mama (oh yeah) I ain't with that drama, not that baby mama Ain't dependent on you, I'm a baby mama Baby mama, baby mama (oh) Whole world looking at me, single mama This song ain't just for me, it's for every mama yeah Every day I breathe is for my little mama (yeah) I'm every woman and a baby mama Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

I hear a lot about sinners Don't think that I'll be a saint But I might go down to the river 'Cause the way that the sky opens up when we touch Yeah, it's makin' me say The way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy Oh God Runnin' to the altar like a track star Can't wait another second 'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me Feels so holy I don't do well with the drama And no, I can't stand it bein' fake No, no, no, no, no, no-no-no I don't believe in nirvana 'Cause the way that we love in the night gave me life Baby, I can't explain The way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (Yes, oh God) Oh God Runnin' to the altar like a track star Can't wait another second The way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me Feels so holy They say we're too young and The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'" Wise men say, "Fools rush in" But I don't know (ah-ah, ah, ah) They say we're too young and The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'" Wise men say, "Fools rush in" But I don't know The first step pleases the Father Might be the hardest to take But when you come out of the water I'm a believer, my heart is fleshy Life is short with a temper like Joe Pesci They wanna come and sing Your praises, Your name is catchy But they don't see you how I see you, Parlay and Desi Cross, Tween, Tween, Hesi' hit the jet speed If they get messy, go lefty, like Lionel Messi Let's take a trip and get the Vespas or rent a jet-ski I know the spots that got the best weed, we goin' next week I wanna honor, wanna honor You I'm my father's child I know when the son takes the first steps, the Father's proud If you make it to the water, He will part the clouds I know He made you a snack like Oscar Proud Suffer it to be, so now gotta clean it up Formalize the union, in communion He can trust I know I ain't leavin' you like I know He ain't leavin' us I know we believe in God, and I know God believes in us The way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me (It feels so) feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (it feels so) It feels so holy

Want to hear all their preaching, man, look It's a difference between preaching and speaking from experience (we give 'em hope) We the one's moving around them trenches man (we give 'em hope) I got them niggas woke, man (we give 'em hope) I give them niggas hope, man (we are the hope) Make sure you tell them (tell 'em) Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (oh), pray up (oh) Motivate the trenches (motivate the trenches) We got 'em woke (we got 'em woke) Street niggas winnin' (street niggas winnin') We give 'em hope (we give 'em hope) Motivate the trenches (motivate the trenches) We got 'em woke (we got 'em woke) Street niggas winnin' (street niggas winnin') We give 'em hope (we give 'em hope) We live in the days where niggas do shit without even thinking about it (thinking about it) But who am I to talk? Blew 50k without thinking about it (thinking about it) Beefin' with niggas about shit so stupid, we shouldn't be beefing about it If you in high school, I encourage you, go try to make it to college (go try to make it) Got niggas in prison Your body locked up, don't let your mind be Daydream, make a plan, write it out, don't forget that your mind free Don't let that wasted time be a waste of time, that's how niggas get back in chains Bro only 5'8" but he run up and bang on you like he 'Bron James Fuckin' up the money, steady buying chains (buying chains) But this what I wanted Bust down Rollie, AP, shit feel good and look good, don't it? I got the ball, got hit, fumbled Picked it back up, scored six on 'em Did a field goal with the Louis kicks on 'em Said I would lose, got the win on 'em like Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (oh), pray up (oh) Motivate the trenches (motivate the trenches) We got 'em woke (we got 'em woke) Street niggas winnin' (street niggas winnin') We give 'em hope (we give 'em hope) Motivate the trenches (motivate the trenches) We got 'em woke (we got 'em woke) Street niggas winnin' (street niggas winnin') We give 'em hope (we give 'em hope) I'm in the trenches (I'm in the trenches) I give 'em hope (hope, hope) I get 'em books (I get 'em books) I get 'em coats (coats, coats) They fuck with the kid (fuck with the kid) I'm the adult Bitch, I'm the father figure, nigga the coach Fuck a result, I want revolt You want the bow ties, well, you need a co-sign And I'm at your bowtie, since you let Bettie Jones die Gotta go hit up COPA, then I go hit the folks (huh) Then I go hit up Sosa, gotta hitcha from both sides Get the Zulu and Xhosa and I gotta ride shotgun Ain't no fun when you ghost ride, tell the mayor I'm gon' slide And the city my co-pilot, nothin' but a lil' more mileage You don't want the type of smoke I lift (huh! Huh!) Shake this bitch open with both eyelids Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (wake up), wake up, pray up (pray up), stay up Wake up (oh), pray up (oh) Motivate the trenches (motivate the trenches) We got 'em woke (we got 'em woke) Street niggas winnin' (street niggas winnin') We give 'em hope (we give 'em hope) Motivate the trenches (motivate the trenches) We got 'em woke (we got 'em woke) Street niggas winnin' (street niggas winnin') We give 'em hope (we give 'em hope)

[Intro/Hook:] {Know you broke my heart woman} {When you said goodbye to me} You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house [Action Bronson:] Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells No more childs play kid you with the big boys Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce My family's hating that I rhyme with fury Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard You ain't never in the limelight, undercard Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer [Hook] [Action Bronson:] The second stanza even deadly than the first From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade First day class, the Agassis are black and white My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up Just a taste of the life like a September call up Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run Praise the son that can stand on his own two Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew [Chrous}

Lovely fingertips on my lips I don't think I'll get, get, get it Oh, it's so fun to love someone Try, try to get, get over it Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Lovely fingertips on my lips I don't think I'll get, get over it Broken fingertips on your hips I don't think I'll get, get, get it All your love is stitched on me I don't think I'll get, get over it Little hooks stuck on my back Ten little tears that make their attack Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips It's so fun to love someone Just try try to get, get over it Skeleton pictures play in my mind I think I'll always miss, miss, miss it Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips It's so fun to love someone Just try try to get, get over it Skeleton pictures play in my mind I think I'll always miss, miss, miss it Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips