Lemme tell y'all a 'lil about myself This here is a true story, check it out though
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my attitude, arrogant, rude Eatin' off food, used to be a stocky dude
Weighed two twenty, wit two honies, I move It's true dummy, need a new tummy I become berserk, it was no fun to Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin' off my
The pain was no comparison, stomach started Throwin' up in public, yo it, it was embarrassin' Regurgitatin', green, yellow, burgundy, But came my soon, the emergency room
In there, no salvage, treated like a cold They pimpin' symptoms, huh, a dope addicts There you have it, but ain't find no heroin Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but my medicine
My mama, mama and my grandma Say that I'm too gordy, to my blue maurys This is a story I got stomach pain, don't sun or rain Thought it went away, uh oh, here it come again
Never mind stuntin', puffin, doc spent his time frontin' He like a bad detective, he ain't nuttin' Besides though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner My son growin' up, I'm lookin' the movie thinner
I'm suicide, do or die, sit and cry hurt my baby moms askin' if I'm gettin' high She gonna play me a thug, I the lady I love If it ain't hustlin' ma, don't relate me to drugs
I'm loosin' weight though, everyday pounds and get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle Bein' sick, huh, it get you know I was too to do shows, but still equipped to move O's
You my attitude, get it how I get it If I can shoot, I around, I'm off my pivot And oops, I thought I had it Weight started to gain again, it was just a my friend mane I pained again
My mama, mama and my grandma Say I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys This is a true I got pain, don't matter sun or rain that it went away, uh, oh, here it come again
Ay, yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, mommy, vanishin' Hadda go low, the male clinic, I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by grace
Like a lab rat, them tests Cam Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS And irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all Kick to y'all, so it ain't my if I shit on y'all Get it, get it, get it, get it?
My mama, mama and my grandma Say I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys This is a story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or Thought that it away, uh oh, here it come again
My baby mama, and my grandma Say I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys is a true story I got stomach pain, matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it again