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What I Gotta Do


Yea mama so I got this job right? no it ain't that legal shit but right now the time's right. It's all good though mama dang just pay attention...Why you giving me that look huh, I wish you would just listen. Look though it ain't that serious, okay i'm doing this because we struggling not because i'm just curious. Mama ain't nobody about to rob me because look what I got, yea I may look like a pussy nigga but i'm not. Besides if that don't work I got my goons, i'm just doing it for now mama dang i'ma stop soon. Why you cussing and yelling mama dang you told me to be a man, well if you want me to work this out then i'm gone need you to understand. Look though look how much I made last night while you was up waitin', here take this and go on vacation, you see this what we need mama the kind of money i'm makin', no? what you mean end of conversation? I know I know God gone provide, but shit while we waiting on him I could be making mines. You feel me? mama dang can you just calm down and hear me. Aight so this that real shit, o my bad mama I do need to watch my mouth i forgot who I was dealin' with. But anywho my homeboys then taught me, but look outside look what this money then bought me. Yep some transportation, damn mama look though i'm tired of being patient. I want us to live comftorable without tragedy, come on mama don't be mad at me, you can't blame me for wantin' to deal with the good life and not the raggedy, I think what i'm doing is a real good strategy. You gone take my weed away? awww naw mama damn I didn't even get high today. You know I smoke, that just calm me down...ugh mama dang you say God got us but he not around. You gone hit me? mama why? aight aight my bad for saying that shit but all i'm sayin is yo income kind of dry. While you tryin' to keep the faith, i'ma be racking up the money so we can make it out of this place, and get some where safe, all i want to see mama is a smile on your face. This is even food money, lil nigga dj sitting around here still hungry. You can't blame me for that, I'd be damned to sit here and watch you struggle that's wack, I'm yo son mama and I got yo back, that's just something you got to believe in and know for a fact. I love you mama and you still saying no, but look i'm about to go make my rounds tonight again mama I gotta go. I promise we will get through, just accept it and let a nigga do what he gotta do.
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Abri
thank you
AshCashhh
this blew my mind. amazing.

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