Listen
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
She cook, she clean
She ride or die for her king
Her children call her blessed and lack for nothing
She cook, she clean
She ride or die for her king
Her children call her blessed and lack for nothing
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
She cook, she clean
She ride or die for her king
Her children call her blessed and lack for nothing
She cook, she clean
She ride or die for her king
Her children call her blessed and lack for nothing

My womb-man, my rib, Broomhilda
Touch her if you want pain
I'm unchained like Django
For real, cuz
Mary J, this real love
Every day we turn up for the Most High
We chill, huh
As cold as ice
In your womb's a growing life
I sowed a seed like a farmer
You the chink in my armor like Adam
My molecules and atoms are a magnet to your fatness
Pretty, hot, and tempting
In order words, you bad Miss
In a good way, what I should say
Is pay attention to haters who could sway your choices
Their words are poison, tune out their voices
Otherwise, your demise will be their enjoyment
That serpent, he lurking in the flatlands and he squirting
That venom in your eardrum
His own agenda, he serving
May seem like a good person, but really he's usurping
Your power, my power
Fasho, he sour
Since the garden I've been guarding you like Kawhi on Harden
You are the mother of all living and a target for our enemies
Why they envy me? I'm the first man, you my womb-man
The original human, it's all been proven
Ain't no substitution, addition or subtraction
All these other females compared to you are a fraction
Of your whole, your soul, your inner glow
The finest juices and minerals
You disagree, you must be on that fentanyl
That's dope

My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
She cook, she clean
She ride or die for her king
Her children call her blessed and lack for nothing
She cook, she clean
She ride or die for her king
Her children call her blessed and lack for nothing
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
My womb-man
She the mother of all living
She cook, she clean
She ride or die for her king
Her children call her blessed and lack for nothing
She cook, she clean
She ride or die for her king
Her children call her blessed and lack for nothing