Maxo Kream - Abortions lyrics

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Maxo Kream - Abortions lyrics

[Verse 1] Abortions, baby coffins, pops in my head like Dolphins Making my Momma nauseous, throws up crip like vomit Slang to make a profit for sneakers and other garbage Riding round, brains he blow like Nintendo cartridge It started in 2001, Cops ran in the house and they all had guns Lil' n***as in the house screaming "Daddy don't run!" Loud man shouted "If you move, you die in front of your son!" So he ran to the shredder with envelopes in the pillow The way the cops came in, would've thought my Dad's a k**er Now my Dad's going to prison, Mom's stuck with three little n***as And she just gave birth to my youngest baby sister Big Bro' and [?] were doing time for a pistol Used to sell that crystal, baby Momma's name is Crystal I wish you would've never hit that lick Could've went to college, could've been the next Michael Vick But instead he on the block shooting dice and hitting licks Banging, screwing, sipping syrup Always on that dumb sh** Three weeks after graduation, credit card fraud Burglary a habitation Used to sell dope just to pay his probation Southwest Alief Texas was the location Product of environment, hood habitation Got me racing to the corner store For another box of Swishas So I can ease my mind, caress my conscience not to shoot the pistols f** the cops with shiny badges, walkie-talkie, loud whistles Locked us up in cages, so we be raging so we called n***as All this segregation got us changing cause we all different Make you change your name for fortune fame cause diamonds all glitter f** the whips and chain, you whipped in chain, that's why you call it n***a But we still k** each other, did we forget, or don't remember I think we just pretend Cause nowadays your enemies could be your best of friend Gotta' keep them at a distance, there's intentions you don't know about [?] with precision, so I'm rolling out Sick of n***as b**hing, I got ceilings that I'm worried 'bout Plus I'm still living and I'm cripping, what you know about Lonestar, Section eight, funerals but first to wait Stayed in the Full house, no Ashley and Mary Kate Used to move a tonne of weed just so I could buy some Bape Trynna' get Paid in Full, Money making Mitch and Ace Gotta' sip the codeine, Actavis I love the taste f** your church believe in God, religion is like love and hate Them hypocrites don't give a sh** cause life is 'bout the money man Whether you're flipping coke or working in the grocery store Stacking paper growing wise, the man told me as he spoke A n***a trynna' take mine, I'm gunning Nike's on the pavement, I'ma stand for something f** running [Outro] This life, everything happens for a reason, or so they say I just want to know, what's mine Kream Clicc Gang

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