My Momma

[Hook - 2x] My mama use to tell me, bout these Broke hoaching ass niggas, in these streets So many people, wanna see me fall And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck em all [Trae] You still running up, better peep my attitude Cause I don't give a fuck about, you or the next dude Hitting the block top down, waving the boulevard Run on side of my Range, and your feet get scarred I ain't never leave the house, without me packing a gun And I ain't never leave the block, without collecting my funds A lot of niggas wanna hate, but they ain't fading us So everytime I show my teeth, I shine like the sun Breaking the game, and niggas wanna hate my fame And take my change, but never will they get my change I'm quick to aim, and leave a red dot on your brain You heard the bang, and niggas gon respect the name I'm telling you dog, my mama use to tell me y'all Don't be fake, fraud keeping me behind the wall But never ever will I let a, motherfucker block me I'ma run through that bitch, hit up and don't fall So it's best to vacate, for your sake The Maab up in this bitch, and I'ma regulate Disrespect me and mine, I'ma retaliate They don't really wanna go to war, with a heavyweight Dirty South veteran, Dirty Third glider Underground, wrecking a nigga till they retire For my T. Jones, I'ma set it on fire Busting they neck and back, like they Khia [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Dorothy Marie McVey, this your son I've been on top of my cash, till the last of my funds Even though I haven't seen you, since I was six I know you keep me with a weapon, when I'm out in the mix You use to tell me, to never talk back and respect Now that I'm grown, a nigga be cashing chin checks I'm a guerilla, with a motherfucking attitude And whether broke or pain, I'ma be in a bad mood This is low life, motherfuckers can't go nowhere to roll lights Struggling to make it, cause this industry is so shife Niggas'll take your name, and break your name And try to give you ten percent, of the change But, my mama use to tell me about these Broke hoaching, ass niggas in these streets So I'ma be busting, a .50 caliber Retaliation with bitches, until they stacking up I know, Z-Ro don't wanna go to the county jail no mo' But I know, you don't wanna be doing that It's either that or the graveyard Ro, because I'm a killa And so many people, wanna see a nigga fall Want me at the table, if they don't want me to eat it all And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck y'all [Hook - 2x]