MAMA

[Intro] Real shit real Richvale Summer all summer, I ain't gotta tell you twice Look [Hook] I got big dreams, big plans coming I got big intentions for them big face hundreds I put it on everything that the Boy won't switch, cause mama ain't raise no bitch [Verse 1] Listen to me talk, I been on two since my mama passed baby Trynna chase commas, puttin' drama last baby Trynna show my mama that she not a bad lady, so I push it to the limit, I been 20 past 80 Drivin' down the freeway with a pocket full of cheddar Stress up on my mind, I gotta keep it together In the six so much they don't call me an out of towner Putting bread up on the table, and your head up on the counter fuckboy! They ain't got guns but they sendin' shots, so subliminal but we always connect the dots One thing about me is I ain't new to that, so even when you stop shooting bitch I'm shooting back Boy, I've been in it for a minute, ain't lookin' for beginners, I do more than fuck bitches homie Everybody that was stuck doing the same, wanna tell me that I changed but I'm busy trynna get it [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2] And ever since my mama took her last breath, I had told myself to push it to my last cheque If you thought I fell right off, that was a bad guess I had to take a break to cut like every last neck Too much money on the line, you ain't too funny with the grind Fuckin' all these bitches got me fuckin' up my time I got dudes around the way that were fuckin' with some crimes Had to clean their life up, police trynna get 'em fined Young short ass boys do it all for the pape', you boys wanna come clean, you just a closet away Trynna get my fans [?], and get a closet of bape If real recognize real we do not know your name! Still on the same shit for a while now, they sayin' they gon' jump me, fucker quiet down Jump for a reason, if not, then on my mama All you motherfuckers here can get the drama Tell 'em I got [Hook]