Momma

Yeah, this might be the realest shit I ever wrote It's crazy that Nigga, all the motherfuckin' heart I get Everything I've been through in the streets I learned from a woman (I know women that's more realer than niggas) That's right, nigga (I know women who are more realer than niggas) I know women realer than niggas (I know women who are more realer than niggas) I got the game from my momma, nigga, my aunties, shout to Janet (real shit) Momma, I don't ever want to see you struggle Tired of seein' me bumpin' heads with my big brother Momma, that big brother, he ain't got to worry We'll die together, kill together, face a fuckin' jury Momma, I'm like a father to my lil' sister Gotta make sure she do right, Ma, she my baby sister Momma, I'm just livin' how you taught a nigga Said, "I ain't raisin' no pussies, I got one daughter, nigga" I remember them Feds came and got a nigga Asked me where you at, and I wouldn't talk to niggas Momma, livin' room floor with tears in my eyes Hearin' them say you gon' be gone for a long time, Momma You know See, I'm followin' your blueprint, you know what I mean? See, I grew up in the street with vultures But I learned what I learned in the house, nigga How ill is that? And this all facts, nigga Nigga, I know women who went in 10-15 years, 'cause they stood on what they believed Shout-out my Auntie Janet, she a motherfucker PeeWee did ten, back out, and she still hustlin' Erica used to write you letters, tell you that she love you Then we used to drive to visit you up in Kentucky Like, we went from bein' rich, then shit was super ugly Then my momma got a job, now, she sellin' groceries Used to have a house in Vegas when we was doin' good And a house behind Elvis, now, we in the hood Used to have a Benz, now, we got a Nissan Sentra And I can't get a pair of Jordans, that's fuckin' with my mental I'm just tryna let you visualize what I done been through And this shit public record, nigga, you checked my credentials Facts! See, nigga, all this shit come from the heart This pain, this struggle This is motherfuckin' time away from my loved ones When you hear me rappin' this shit, nigga This shit like cancer I'm just lettin' it out, it's the only way I know how I switched the family hustle, put us back on top Momma live on five acres, brother in that drop Sister, she an entrepreneur, get her own Ms Feds still watch the family, but we don't even see 'em I ain't trippin', nigga, this is the art of hustle, holmes I went from flippin' dope to buyin' houses, to flippin' homes Momma taught me, "Fuck your losses, just keep movin' on If you get caught, just never snitch, one day, you comin' home" Momma gave me the game, and for Mother's Day I spent a million and a half for you on Privé And you the owner, I'm a worker This shit yours, do what you want to, you deserve it, Momma Yeah See, this is a unique story I was raised by six women and one male And that wasn't even my father, nigga, real shit And I ain't got no beef with my pops, no shit like that But, truth be told, nigga, our bond come from the game Nigga, I was frontin' my daddy bricks Nigga, what kind of shit is that? I grew around hustlers, that turned me to a hustler Was raised by a woman, I watched my Momma hustle I just want to be a kingpin when I grow up Teacher asked me, what's my Momma? She a queenpin And this my family tradition ('dition) I'm just keepin' on my family tradition, we built a legacy And when I grow up, I want to be a kingpin I remember sayin', teacher asked me, what's my Momma, she a queenpin