"Cowboy In New York" lyrics

My mama told me it's gon' be okay, I said I believe her
And I ain't want you to go to Heaven, mama, I still need you you
You was in the sky, school to recognize, mama, I need to see you
Now I questioned God about it all, I'm asking him, "Well, what did we do we?"
We ain't deserve this pain, and why is our world full of rain?
I'm tryna see the green grass on a good bright sunny day
I'm tryna hold my mama and tell her, "Don't worry, mama, I got you"
She told me, "Watch out for that fake love", so when I see it, I spot you
If you need me, I got you
But don't cross me out to earn respect
Don't give it and I'll crop you, and I got Crip's that pop too
I got Blood's down that road to respect Locs in a color blue
My heart's cold, I got no flu, don't let me sneeze, this—, hachoo
Creeping tonight, black shoes, black shirt and the pants black too
And if you're not one deep whoever you with, shit, they getting capped too
Hey, Cuz, I might just smack this dude
The people that came with shit, we gon' cap them too
I'll make them regret it like a bad tattoo
Say you want smoke, take a hit and pass it back and I'ma pass that too

Ayy, yo, C4, pass me the tool

Run through his crib, I want the cash and the loot
I took him out until his face turned blue like Benjamin Franklin
That's my favorite lo'
This how you want some cannabis, burn 'em down to a roach
I caught him lacking, chit-chatting on his grandma's porch
I'm on the back of the gun, the other side is no fun
Y'all think that dude y'all daddy, bitch, you my son
I had your mama eating my llama for breakfast and lunch
I hung your brother with a shoelace
No face, no case, and now we back to square one
That money calling is tryna holla
I'm looking for Gualla
These nat-nats be tryna sidetrack, man, I tell 'em to stop it
Look, right on, huh

Smoke me a Woody, I'm feeling goody, I'm gone
I told the earth, "I'm going out, I'll be back home"
Good dope, good dope, I roll it up, yeah
Activist sipper, I pour a four in my double cup
Why? 'Cause I'm in love with these drugs (Drugs)
Yes, I'm in love with these drugs (These drugs)
Bitch, I'm in love with these drugs (These drugs)
Yes, I'm in love with these drugs

I'm like fire when I ignited, she want me to kiss her
Her name's Sativa, she told me Indigo was her step sister
She from Switzerland, the other one's Dutch
And if he's an Alphasoa, out the mobile, get rolled up
And I threw him in the Backwoods and I ate John Doe up
And I burnt him like a Philly, his top looking frizzy
He want some ice smoke, bruh
But if you got five on the white hour, then you might tote somethin
Sling up Berettas, we down for whatever
My Crip just might blow somethin'
And now you mess up rotation, just take a hit and pass it back
And they know how I'm steppin', I'm from the south side of the map
I'll be southside steppin', chin checkin'
That MAC11 will send him to heaven
Somebody call up the Reverend now