My Girl, My Wife, My Mother, My Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro] Give me some time to drink I'll give you some time to think My bitch I love you, I can never leave you [Verse 1] Everybody's waiting for my next move, what will it be? What have I done? Look at what I've become A faceless cold figure on the kick of the drum It's what you hear in your skull, liquor and guns I been down a road of excess and access and evil and gore I'm back to give the people some more Freaks and thieves, I sleep and eat with them all From the gutter with my brothers to the streets of New York (DMS, yes, yes) But I'm Boston's own Around the globe with my sick and nauseous dome Vile scriptures, pictures lost in his poems So I'll run away, no I'm not coming home I think I'm addicted to being addicted I'll pick as much as I can 'cause everything that I'm seeing is wicked My freedom's restricted by my girlfriend and my past wins But this bitch keeps saying I'm a has-been My wife keeps on telling me I'm alright But I'm so late, where was I all night? My girlfriend says that I better wrap her right Watch your back, motherfucker, hold your weapon tight [Hook] I think you hate me, say you love me but I don't believe you See, I was born out of your womb, I said I'd never leave you You were supposed to be my mother in my family, baby Ate from your titty, damn, my motherfucking city's crazy [Verse 2] I been working on my masterpiece with my master piece I craft the speech over faster beats Obviously got a peak that I have to reach But the xanny bars got me snoozing half-asleep When I first came out as a underdog I could say anything I want, I could really run amok And no one would give a fuck 'til I'm really blowing up And my girlfriend is angry, she doesn't know enough about the industry I rock from A to Z, now it's like every word that she say to me She was hating me, I'm in love with her I was hanging on the corners doing drugs with her She says I'm not hood enough, not good enough She's not putting up with a white boy this cocky I got little kids looking up to my crooked stuff while she's putting up red lights beside me Look, baby, you ain't got a thing to string me But you always had a culture to bring me I rap for you if you got a song to sing me You're my queen with a crown, you can king me [Hook] I think you hate me, say you love me but I don't believe you See, I was born out of your womb, I said I'd never leave you You were supposed to be my mother in my family, baby Ate from your titty, damn, my motherfucking city's crazy [Outro] My bitch My bitch