[Lyric] SHE GOT HER SECOND BABY DADDY NAME TATTED ON HER NECK BUT IM STILL IN LOVE (LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON)

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex]
New York City, I'm taking you through a moment in time

[Pre-Verse: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
Yo, aye
Yo, Flex, what up
Let's get it
I only step out for a few
Let's create some magic
Jewelry Rap
DARK MASTER, what up

[Verse: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
Ayo, my lordy did five, came home big body Benz
Curly head hoe bobbing pin, double shotty twins
We be shooting shit like a shot of gin
Turn it to a trap, give a fuck whoever spot we in
My bitch not a feminist, she Nuwaubian
My come up story is like the John Gotti film
Pull up on the dolo, yo, low
Mari was selling dope when I would watch the Romeo show
When I was fucked up and low thеy wouldn't loan me no dough
No money in his commissary, just a bogie to blow
My shit onе of one, there's no canvas to print
A bad one speaking Spanish got her hands on my dick
You on some broke shit relying on a stimulus check
I break down a HP, my younging finish the rest
My Earth asked me, "What's the math," so we can finish the test
We 'bout to do the grown folk, put the children to rest
Fuck a PYT, I'm bought to build with some vets
No disrespect, her second baby daddy tatt on her neck
I love my hood hoes
West side, Copley Road, South-West, Channel Wood hoes
Scamming shit and keep a wood rolled
BMF shit if we talking 'bout hood goals
Some times you gotta get away before you catch a case
My bitch be stalking my 'Gram tryna investigate
I brought some more niggas with me, need extra plates
This go around, my bitch'll throw around
She told me when I get famous I bett' not hoe around
Niggas always switching, aye
[Chorus: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
Not me, I've been the same since I came out the womb
Autopsy read his ass had a thousand bullet wounds, nigga

[Outro: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
Snow on my body, nigga
Aye, Mr. Fifteen-Hunnid-a-Verse
What's good, Ma
Come fuck with me
We doing good over here