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I.B.S. (Produced By Heatmakerz)

Lemme tell y'all a 'lil story about myself

This right here is a true story, check it out thoughUlcers hurt my salary, alter my personality

Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy

You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude

Eatin' off papi food, used to be a stocky dudeWeighed two twenty, wit two honies, I move monie

It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy

I become berserk, it was no fun to work

Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin' off my undershirtThe pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin'

Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin'

Regurgitatin', green, yellow, burgundy, boom

But came my urgency soon, the emergency room

In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage

They said pimpin' symptoms, huh, a dope addicts

There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin

Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicineMy baby mama, mama and my grandma

Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys

This is a true story

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come againNever mind stuntin', dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin'

He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin'

Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner

My son growin' up, I'm lookin' like the movie thinnerI'm thinkin' suicide, do or die, sit and cry

What hurt my baby moms askin' if I'm gettin' high

She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love

If it ain't hustlin' ma, please don't relate me to drugs

I'm loosin' weight though, everyday pounds and muscles

Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle

Bein' sick, huh, it get sickenin' you know

I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O'sYou know my attitude, get it how I get it

If I can shoot, I turn around, I'm 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 againMy baby mama, mama and my grandma

Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys

This is a true story

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away, uh, oh, here it come againAy, yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin'

Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota

I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place

For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's graceLike a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam

Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram

Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressedThe prognosis, diagnosed, IBS

And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all

Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all

Get it, get it, get it, get it?My baby mama, mama and my grandma

Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys

This is a true story

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come againMy baby mama, mama and my grandma

Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys

This is a true story

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again

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