At My Mother's House

Realest to ever tell it, nigga I'm here to party, no problem clearin' this club out Mansions, marble floors, a movie at the plug house Heart kinda cold, it be hard to give my love out If you ain't with the gang, you can't hang up in this clubhouse Pain in that cold cell, trappin' makin' phone sales Face cover that dope smell, tryna make the whole bail Who you love? Who you trust? Who you know gon' put it in? Caught myself thinkin' 'bout what happened and what coulda been Excuse me, them niggas tried to do me Don't talk about designer, committed sin for this Gucci Purgery for this Prada, more franks no Sinatra A feature and a walkthrough, I charged him two choppers Leave bands for my mama, I go before she do Leader of my gang, 'cause never been a me too Solid on morals, stand on 'em, gotta keep true Brooms for the goons, sick 'em on you, tell 'em sweep through Guns out, eventually it just stop and your time runs out See me with a teller, that's only to take the funds out Drug drought, we don't eat then gotta take the plug out You coulda got a scholarship, he go about the thug route A maniac, we was out bangin' where it was rainin' at How cray is that? He went out to slide, but he ain't make it back And grind from the bottom, allegations, he shot him A witness testified and they fried him, closed case Birds flockin', they drop and fill up the whole safe Pitch a perfect game and try make it back to home base Mirror thinkin' where I am, can't look at my own face What if that nigga survive? Caught him, let him hold eight Fuck about them niggas eatin', 'cause, I need the whole plate Did shit I had to do, comfortable with my own fate Can't switch, gang side, duffle bag, bank job Gucci slippers fit me way better than any state slides Bought four, made five, couple crumbs, made pies Know who hit your nigga, why you sittin'? Why you ain't ride? You gang though? Wonder where the pain go Feds be on the lurk around, tinted loose Durango Might just say a lil' bit, could never explain though Cut it with the fentanyl, it take two to tango Homicide the yellow tape, bangin' with the tools Start hangin' with the gang, never made his way to school Man, these bitches hit your line 'til they find somethin' new They searchin' through them lies 'til they find somethin' true Scratchin' trips off my list, tryna find another view My ex thirst trappin' tryna find another boo, but fuck it though Respect the hustle as long as it make it double though Even when it's runnin' late, even when it's comin' slow Thug it out, lot of transactions at my mother house Lot of transactions at my mother house