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livin in my mommas house
current job can't buy me out
feel like 69 I need clout
future uncertain I'm in doubt
got no respect,
get no respect
if ain't got money than i don't mean 
got gifts and talents I'm too well equipped
but I ain't a sell out so they don't see 
used to smoke weed I loved to get lit
facing a relapse, I might take a sip
they waiting to call me a fiend and a drunk
hearing my skillz theys can't you hear what I want
I live for the music
and God's number one
He gave me the chance
I took my shotgun
I'm letting Him drive me in the right direction.
if its the end guess who I trust in
not in no body, no booty bugatti, and not in money, to you it seems funny
I made regardless of all this i know cause I ain't got nothin even to this day
left a dream I've envisioned my whole life
can't give it away. to make it I pray
the stress got me so under pressure, I'm lifting the weight 
till I become great
I got a purpose I know it
already know where I'm going
screw what they say what I'm doing
is ballin to keep the ball rollin
I got a purpose I know it
already know where I'm going
screw what they say what I'm doing
is movin till I start a movement

livin in my mommas house
got no children got no spouse
zero in my bank account
too in debt to bail me out
come on heart don't fail me now
where these legs gone take now
hope these arms can break me out
work hard play hard break me off
gimme the bread, gimme the cake, gimme the cheese
gimme buffet
I want it all gimme bigger plate
save for dessert ain't no way
all this dough ain't going to waste
I did it for love and not for the taste
call my moms we'll celebrate
I told her this day was comin someday
didn't believe but at least let me stay
something that's beyond me
but I plan to repay.

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