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Gift Lyrics - Artist : Battles, Mark
Mama told me I'm a gift and it's startin' to make sense
All these fans love my presence, make me feel like Saint Nick I got introduced to pain and it'll make you change quick Saw my brother's last breath and I ain't been the same since Nah, I never joined a gang, but it's Vasi Gang, bitch I was young, gettin' money, on my Lil Wayne shit Flame lit, game slick, I might hit your main chick And I'ma take her number too, I know your nigga ain't shit Baby, tell me what it is, free the bros that's doin' biz 317 'til I die, I'ma always rent the crib I inspire lil' kids so I gotta do it big Oh, you lookin' for some dirt, I found the perfect place to dig If my children got a wish, I'll assist like Jason Kidd Rappers screamin' 'bout the Dracos and the shootings that they did But don't ever pull it out, it's like they tryna have a kid I ain't into tellin' fibs, nigga, I'm just tryna live Mama told me I'm a gift and it's startin' to make sense All these fans love my presence, make me feel like Saint Nick I got introduced to pain and it'll make you change quick Saw my brother's last breath and I ain't been the same since Mama told me I'm a gift and it's startin' to make sense All these fans love my presence, make me feel like Saint Nick I got introduced to pain and it'll make you change quick Saw my homie's last breath and I ain't been the same since Mama told me I'm a gift and it's startin' to make sense All these fans love my presence, make me feel like Saint Nick I got introduced to pain and it'll make you change quick Saw my brother's last breath and I ain't been the same since Nah, I never joined a gang, but it's Vasi Gang, bitch Only bought the Maserati just to fuckin' lane switch (Haha) Textin' models with emojis, send a smiley face kiss Yeah, I know she want the dick, send me back some rain drips Flame lit, the game switch, but y'all on the same shit Money buys a lot of things, but my soul, you can't get I don't know everything, just know them niggas ain't it Never switchin' on my clique, the same guys I came with Vasi, tell me how it felt, made a mil' without a deal She around me for the Percs and I ain't never pop a pill I can't be another nigga that these fucking cops could kill Think the music therapeutic, I don't know no Dr. Phils Y'all can keep that other shit, I need some shit that I can feel (I can feel, need some shit that I can feel) Mama told me I'm a gift and it's startin' to make sense All these fans love my presence, I'ma— yeah My— yeah |
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