Ghetto Fabulous Filtered Water - Audio Push

I remember hot days in the Honda, sittin' in the back

Before I had a dream, before I had a sack

Before I had a lot of girls singin' all the tracks

Writing raps trynna figure out if my daddy coming back

He alive, he just ain’t shit

And did a lot of things a real nigga can’t get

Like never go to jail but still make my life hell

Then start showin' up when a nigga’s tape sell

You failed, This is mom’s work, Kim, I love you

I had to write a verse for everytime I ain’t hug you

Because I was just mad, you was mad

That I looked just like my dad

I ain’t have plus the money wasn’t doing proper math

So you, had to take care of three kids

You did good girl, I’ll get you out the hood girl

You want a Benz and the house like you should girl

So I’m working 'til you get that from your middle one

Cause this one’s for the number four at Bakers

Watching Kobe on the Lakers

And before all this food came catered

Yeah you Rosa Prince turned King

I’ll probably have daughters and show 'em a father

This is ghetto fabulous filtered water

I’ll get you some water, baby

Just don’t ride my wave

I’ll get you some water, baby

Just don’t ride my wave

When I was young me and my momma had beef

Sixteen years old kicked out on the streets

I remember hot days in the Cadillac, or the Ford Focus

Head bobbin' in the front seat 'cause I was momma’s oldest

Look outside, see my cuzzo’s doin' dirt

She tried to save us so she put us in a church

Refrigerator empty just like momma’s purse

Anytime we asked for something she said wait until the first

Made it work, stackin' crumbs, trynna make it out these streets

They take money out her check, she come take it out on me

Plus her daddy was a killer so she dealt with lots of anger

She turned that bottle then come whoop me like a stranger, damn

Still I love every time I still forgave her right

Jealous of my bro because his pops was in his life

But when I get that million momma I’ma get you right

For every white tee, every meal, and every Nike you ain’t have to get

We didn’t have no mattresses, we had pallets on the floor

But we knew when them taxes hit

We gon' get that big screen with the Xbox

Some new Jordan’s livin' larger

Brand new whip, a brand new fridge with that ghetto filtered water

Drink up

I’ll get you some water, baby

Just don’t ride my wave

I’ll get you some water, baby

Just don’t ride my wave

Good days turned to long nights

Long nights

Let me know

Them good days turned to long nights

Long nights

Let me know

Them good days turned to long nights

Long nights

This is Too Much Fly High reporting live for 90 951 News.

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