Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto Mama she used to say, money comes and goes Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine, whoah, gotta get mine I'm living in the age of the chronic, 40 ounce and blunts The type of dis a women all ah know ah stunts Now I got to wear Versace just to get a girl to watch me An' it ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine? Why I sell myself for modern day slavery? Now I'm doing LPs for 5-cent royalties Mama, can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me Feel like gathering my duns, getting all our guns Count it down 3, 2, 1, come down, Mad Lion! Yo, yo, roll mi spliff, what, yeah! The night is young, we all got our guns Who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery! I gotcha block on lock, soliciting private stocks of trees Direct in boat from the West Indies Jamaica, experience it, just break ya Smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega Here I got all type of flavor Distribution major, no dealer can match me equal Niggas buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto Mama she used to say, money comes and goes Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine, whoah, gotta get mine When I was six, I received my nines as a birthday gift Pray, ya Lord, if ya see my nines It's enough to make any grown man cry Now, mama never tell me policeman would arrest me Even though I without approach me an' den try ti waan me They hypocrites will swarming, recruit me to the army guy, tell me I found out these things by my lonely, well, well X amount of things lead to see ya get dead Living on them greed, ya get shot, knot them face Man wanna lose them life an' weh say willed argument They body all up pulpit cement, well, well Get sense in a fucking situation Everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation The way things are run now, the youth up inna possession Fuck around an' us buck dem inna point on, Black Talon Shotgun ah come from double-action Got ah dem run-way? Not a fraction I wish I could a tell you said ya know it nah go happen When Glock ah pop past, ya know ya betta flock and keep runnin! Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto Mama she used to say, money comes and goes Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine, whoah, gotta get mine That's why me haffi say Me buy a gun pon a Monday an' catch a body two minutes before Tuesday But nash no inna dem gunplay Me nuh have nuh uzi Me ratha love me gal, Suzy So me cool and take it easy inna Jacuzzi Call me Don When me accel like a Honda Pon deh runway on deh second meh sail-way! Like on a ship, you have your ups and downs Enough petty robba would a hold you down Life inna deh ghetto's like a merry-go-round That's why dem violent and dem lost and found, and unwound Thank you, Mama, fi di food whey ya cook fe meh Thank you, mama, fe di things whey ya do fe meh Thank you, mama, fi di nine months you carry meh I love you. This lesson is a bit crazy?