[Intro] Let me tell yall a lil story about myself This right here is a true story, check it out though, uhh... [Verse 1] Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I cant feed my culture no fallacy You know my attitude arrogant, cocky, rude Eating off papi food, used to be a stocky dude Weighed twotwenty, with two honeys, I move money Its true dummy, dunny need a new tummy I become berserk, it was no fun to work Every day my stomach hurt, ripping off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishing Throwing up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassing Regurgitating green, yellow, burgundy, boom But came my urgency soon, what the emergency room oh In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage They said pimping symptoms, huh, a dope addict There you have it, but they aint find no heroin Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but thats my medicine [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that Im too gaudy too gaudy, word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, dont matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again [Verse 2] Never mind stunting, dime puffin, doc spent his time fronting He like a bad detective, he aint find nothing Besides that though, I cant enjoy a movie dinner why is that? My son growing up, Im looking like the movie Thinner Im thinking suicide, do or die, sit and cry oh What hurt my baby moms asking if Im getting high She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love If it aint hustling ma, please dont relate me to drugs at all Im losing weight though, every day pounds of muscle Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle Bein sick, huh, it get sickening you know I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move Os You know my attitude, get it how I get it If I can shoot, I turn around then Im off my pivot And oops, I thought I had it mapped Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend Dame mane I pained again [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that Im too gaudy too gaudy, word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, dont matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again [Verse 3] Killa! Ayo, god body, Im hard bodied, word mommy, vanishing Had to go low, The Mayo Clinic, Minnesota I couldnt get cake, a rock in a hard place For me, thats a odd place, Im only here by Gods grace Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram Laparoscopy, endoscopy, I be stressed I be stressed The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS And thats irritable bowel child, I had to spit it yall Kick to yall, so it aint my fault if I shit on yall Get it, get it, get it, get it? [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that Im too gaudy too gaudy, word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, dont matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that Im too gaudy too gaudy, word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, dont matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again
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