Whip You With A Strap

Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap

When I was bad

Bad

Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt's lap

The kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse back

I got it from the older folks sittin in the living room

Everybody had cups stylistic song boom

But then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer up

Baby caught a contact I'm trying to tie my sneaker up

I'm missing all the loops strings going in the wrong holes

It feels like I'm wobbling, look at all these afros

Soon as I thought I was good the joke's on me

I heard a voice "get in the room, I get angry"

Sting my feet catch a tantrum

Spit, scream, fuck that

Momma shake me real hard, then get the big gat

That's called the belt help me as I yelled

I'm in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh" with mad welps

Ragged out, bad belt yes her presence was felt

Then get my black ass in the bed it's time crash out (crash out)

Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama

She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored

But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude

I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in her nigga food

Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason"

She whipped me hard when I finished eatin

And felt that belt stingin after I wet that bed

Hid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bed

Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds

In the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!)

Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats

Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a ceas

Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass

And bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stash

That's back to back beatings

Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo