Momma

Yeah, this might be the realest shit I ever wrote

It’s crazy that, ****, all the motherfucking heart I got

Everything I’ve been through in the streets

I learned from a woman

That’s right, ****, I know women realer than ****

I got the game from my momma, ****, my aunties, shout out to Janet

Momma, I don't never want to see you struggle

Tired of seeing me bump heads with my big brother

Momma, that's big bruh, you ain't got to worry

We'll die together, kill together, face a fuckin' jury

Momma, I'm like a father to my little sister

Gotta make sure she do right, ma, she my baby sister

Momma, I'm just living how you taught a ****

Said I ain't raising no pussies, I got one daughter, ****

I remember them Feds came and got a ****

Asked me where you at and I wouldn't talk to ****

Momma, living room floor with tears in my eyes

Hearing them say you gon' be gone for a long time, Momma

You know, you know, I’m following your blueprint, you know what I mean?

See, I grew up in the street with vultures

I learned what I learned in the house, ****

How ill is that? And that’s all facts, ****

****, I know women who went did ten, fifteen years cause they stood on what they believe

Shout out my Auntie Janet, she a muthafucka

PeeWee did ten back out and she still hustling

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 being rich, that shit was super ugly

Then my Momma got a job, now she selling groceries

Used to have a house in Vegas when we was doing 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, ****, you check my credentials, facts

See ****, all this shit come from the heart

This pain, this struggle

This is motherfucking time away from my loved ones

When you hear me rapping this shit, ****

This shit like cancer, I’m just letting it out 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 M's

Feds still watch the family, but we don't even see 'em

I ain't tripping, ****, this the art of hustle, holmes

I went from flipping dope to buying houses, flipping homes

Momma taught me fuck your losses, just keep moving on

If you get caught, just never snitch, one day, you coming 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

See, this is a unique story

I was raised by six women and one male

And that wasn’t even my father, ****, real shit

And I ain't got no beef with my pops, no shit like that

But, truth be told, ****, our bond come from the game

****, I was fronting my daddy bricks

****, what kind of shit is that?

I grew up 'round 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

I'm just keeping on my family tradition

We built a legacy

And when I grow up, I want to be a kingpin

(I remember saying) Teacher asked me what's my Momma, she a queenpin