Off the Chair - Pham, MAYOWA

Yeah, I’m Donald Trumping

While they still on that apprentice shit

You the type to wife a hoe and buy expensive shit

We just rather risk it all, you know just spend them chips

I know the people call it rap, I call it ventin' bitch

And they don’t flow like this

Baptize the pussy now it’s so righteous

12 come around we don’t go by em

When they toss question marks, we stay so silent

They try to kill your dreams and put em in a grave

That’s why I cut my grass low, cause I ain’t fucking with these snakes ay!

They say money come and go but my niggas don’t

I know, I know

They say bitches come and go but my niggas don’t

I know, I know

They say I bet your gon' change when that paper grow

I won’t, I won’t

I’m on the wave, on my way tell em adios

I’m gone, I’m gone

Young with a dream

Dollar bills we didn’t really have that

Momma worked two jobs, late night shifts

Grave nights, man we ain’t really have Dad

Yea, that’s life though

ComEd came in, turned the lights off

I was in the dark, I was plottin'

I was thinking about my momma trying to take away these problems Ah

Seen them highs and lows

Had to hustle, boy I grew up broke

Pops wasn’t there, had to play that role

Was a young nigga thought I had to move that dope, yeah

But now I’m grown and shit don’t make no sense

She say she love me but I know she just a Mayo fan

They say money come and go but my niggas don’t

I know, I know

They say bitches come and go but my niggas don’t

I know, I know

They say I bet your gon' change when that paper grow

I won’t, I won’t

I’m on the wave, on my way tell em adios

I’m gone, I’m gone