Maxo Kream - Abortions lyrics

Abortions, baby coffins
Pops in my head like Dolphins
Making my Momma nauseous
Throws up crip like vomit
Slang to make a profit for
Sneakers and other garbage riding round
Brains he blow like Nintendo cartridge
It started in 2001
Cops ran in the house and they all had guns
Lil' niggas in the house
Screaming "Daddy don't run!"
Loud man said "If you move
You die in front of your son!"
So he ran to the shredder
With envelopes in the pillow
The way the cops came in
Would've thought my Dad's a killer
Now my Dad's going to prison
Mom's stuck with three little niggas
And she just gave birth to
My youngest baby sister
Big Bro' and hers were doing
Time for a pistol used to sell that crystal
Baby Momma's name is Crystal
I wish you would've never hit that lick
Could've went to college
Could've been the next Michael Vick
But instead he on the block
Shooting dice and hitting licks
Banging Screw and sipping syrup
Always on that dumb shit
Three weeks after graduation
Credit card fraud burglary a habitation
Used to sell dope just to pay his probation
Southwest Alief Texas was the location
Product of environment, hood habitation
Got me racing to the corner store
For another box of Swishas
So I can ease my mind
Caress my conscience not to shoot the pistols
Fuck the cops with shiny
Badges, walkie talkie, loud whistles
Locked us up in cages
We be raging so we called niggas
All this segregation got us changing
Cause we all different
Make you change your name for fortune
Fame cause diamonds all glitter
Fuck the whips and chain
You whipped in chain
That's why you call it nigga
But we still kill each other
Did we forget or don't remember?
I think we just pretend
Cause nowadays your enemies could be
Your best of friend
Gotta' keep them at a distance
There's intentions
You don't know about with precision
So I'm rolling out

Sick of niggas bitching
I got ceilings that I'm worried 'bout
Plus I'm still living and I'm cripping
What you know about lonestar, Section eight
Funerals but first to wait
Stayed in the Full house
No Ashley and Mary Kate
Used to move a ton of weed just
So I could buy some Bape
Trynna' get Paid in Full
Money making Mitch and Ace
Gotta' sip the codeine
Actavis I love the taste
Fuck your church believe in God
Religion is like love and hate
Them hypocrites don't give a shit cause
Life is 'bout the money man
Whether you're flipping coke or working
In the grocery store
Stacking paper growing wise
The man told me as he spoke
A nigga trynna' take mine, I'm gunning
Nike's on the pavement
I'ma stand for something fuck running

This life, everything happens for a reason
Or so they say
I just want to know, what's mine
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