Intro Songtext
von Fresh

Mama told me we gon′ end up dead or be locked up
My celly told me he heard Diddy just got shot up
Damn, we should've listened to her
Through the glass I′m blowing kisses to her
Now I'm going upstate
And I won't ever get to see my man′s face
What makes it worse is we was in a bad space
Ain′t never get to make it right
I still think about that shit at night
My angels tell me "Freaka you ain't living right"


My demons even tell me that I′m living trife
In the prison yard with a prison knife
That shit look just like a kitchen knife
Couple niggas say they with me I ain't buying it
It′s kinda hard to cope with shit in my environment
I can't let them see me crying shit
Cause they might get the wrong idea
And think that they can try this shit
And nigga I ain′t going
I ain't never been no sucker homie

I just lost a brother and this shit is getting tougher on me
I'll let you slide cause I got shit on my mind
Catch up with niggas later we got nothing but time
She asking me what′s wrong and I said nothing I′m fine
She probably get on top of him soon as she get off my line
And it's cool
This the shit my mom was lecturing
I always heard her but I wasn′t really listening
It's kinda supernatural how she predicted it
She told me just how it would be and now I′m living it

I asked her, "What else do you see for me then?"
She tell me "You a king, don't you settle for kingpin
You always had a dream nigga follow your dream then
And spread your fucking wings you got a hell of a wingspan
Don′t ever trust a bitch she probably fucking your wingman"
I'm preaching to the choir though go ahead and sing then