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advice - mommas boy (producer) lyrics

[intro: silver steph]

momma
it’s silver steph, yeah
i still remember when my pre*calculus teacher, miss* tuh, whatever her name is, it ain’t even important no more
she said i would never make it in this rap thing
tuh

[verse 1: silver steph]

’bout to clock in
severin’ yo’ house, outta pocket
i’ve been greetin’ my hand, that’s a [?]
just the only [?], talk to me about it
not a hobby, been a body
steal a body, build a body
then i shot them loose ends
tie the ends, slant ties, [?] shocking, yeah (ice, ice)
there’s a lot of you
open yo’ mouth, just make comment outta you
crushin’ the insta*spirit inside of you
when yo’ priorities second money, yeah (money, money, money racks)
they just really wanna flip the bag
but hardly even wanna give it back
opinion scratch, get pen and pad
did i ask? (huh?) ok
i’m back with a drip, got better in a flash
who is that give the gift? holy spirit i ask
and i’m back in my bag and i’m bad in math class
and the past in the past, never give a t*racks
by the way, i just found him in the name
my name is this slouch
kick the kid out, my dreams are now proud
advice is too loud and rowdy, better calm me down

[chorus: byron juane, xay hill]

yeah, friends that i drive, ’bout 50 (’bout 50)
money for advice, ’bout 50
ain’t no wastin’ my time, not any
who gon’ be the one, be the one, not many (hey)
take that as a word of advice
who gon’ make the time worth the price?
take that as a word of advice (it’s the boy xay, man, hold up)
who gon’ make the time worth the price? (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: xay hill]

aye
they say my time is worth the price
aye
catch another blessing, jerry rice (woo)
aye, uh
takin’ all the chances, roll the dice (roll the dice)
aye
shoot my shot, i shoot it, that’s my life (swish)
whoa, aye
had to take some chances, almost ran it up
aye
you say that you got me, i just ran it up
yeah
blessings steady fallin’, that’s a double cup
aye
took my own advice and now we comin’ up, whoa
aye, rip to granny
she said i was great (rip)
time is tickin’ every second
you can’t let it waste (brrr)
you got some fans up in yo’ face
and i could say they staged (aye, yeah)
they grind for nothin’
shine for nothin’, don’t let it all get in yo’ way (whoa)
whoa, hold up, i told ’em i’d get it
the pain that they givin’ is livid
i came from the bottom where everyone livin’
i race for the top where the sky is the limit
yeah, whoa, i’m takin’ my own sabbatical, uh (aye)
the blessings that comin’ are actual, uh
y’all cannot mess with the factual, uh (brrr)
that boy, he wild and radical, whoa

[chorus: byron juane]

[verse 3: tre’gadd]

i remember i gave up
drinkin’ death out my cup (sir)
they could see no in*between
my last breath comin’ up (oh)
actin’ strange, need a change
playin’ chess and i’m stuck (stuck, stuck)
checkmate was a lie
all the stress to the cross (oh)
i just need jesus, no cannabis (cannabis)
if he sellin’ my joy, then i cancel it (cancel it)
i find a new peace and advance with it (zoom)
my puzzle ain’t easy, but glamorous (bigger than, aye)
yeah, people talkin’ reckless, gotta go (go)
peace for no opp, that’s a rock of gold (yeah)
season under pressure, not alone
that lethal arm rebellious, watch me glow (watch me)
yeah
what doesn’t k!ll you makes you stronger (stronger)
yeah
mama told me i got armor (i got armor)
yeah
the great physician is my doctor (that my jesus)
yeah
the great physician, how i prosper (aye, aye)
this isn’t easy, they call me cheesy
but i do me and so freely (aye)
just like i’m fiending, make something easy
that is my art, i love sweetly (aye)
can i be honest? i’ve been through darkness
i put the light in my pocket, aye (oh)
said it was harmless, smell like a carcass
had to get back in god’s heartness, aye (i mean it)

[chorus: byron juane]

[verse 4: silver steph]

yeah, yeah, bring it back, bring it back, sent me that
tryna put me on that similar synonym
but you won’t see me go sinnin’ now, uh
all of yo’ cap, won’t live it now
i’ma just sit in that word, it been a fact
to the front from the back, let ’em
castin’ me doubt that’s holdin’ me back
put ’em on a snap*fest ‘fore we end chat, yeah
break ’em off like the kit*kats
it’s the blunt with the blow like the syntax, but i’ve been back
isn’t that he?
isn’t that he? (jesus)
oh

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