Lyrics: Therman R. Johnson III
Music: Therman R. Johnson III
[Intro]
(So I had to make it up)
[Chorus]
See I been on the road tryna' get my paper up They ain’t believe the shit I was saying so I had to make it up
Momma raised a little boy up with the comma's
And they know I been known for the problem starter
See I been on the road tryna' get my paper up They ain’t believe the shit I was saying so I had to make it up
Momma raised a little boy up with the comma's
And they know I been known for the problem starter
[Verse 1]
I put broken bonds together like they loose screws
I been thuggin' in my reebok's like it's new school
But they don't understand the shit that I was used to
It's so much I done figured out just like I'm blues clues
I been puffing of my vape to keep a clear mind
Strapped up 20/20 vision when it’s late night
I gotta go and kiss my momma tell her goodnight
Don’t come over here this ain't the safe side
You say you ain’t even know him but he knew you
I had to change up all the shit that I done used to do
Ain't know I was a menace but look who knew
I called my bae and I had told her that I loved her
I can't give my love up for another
When I needed you, you always at my shoulder
I just know that we meant for each other
[Chorus]
See I been on the road tryna' get my paper up They ain’t believe the shit I was saying so I had to make it up
Momma raised a little boy up with the comma's
And they know I been known for the problem starter
See I been on the road tryna' get my paper up They ain't believe the shit I was saying so I had to make it up
Momma raised a little boy up with the comma's
And they know I been known for the problem starter