I know shouldn’t did that
I know it’s finna come right back
TaHaaaa

Get the fuck up out the bed!
Court summons what is this?!
Told you bout your lil’ friends!
Is that blood up on your timbs?!
What the hell you went and did?!
You ain’t right with how u live!
Sandwich bags rubber bands..
What you sellin drugs again?!
Aww Momma
Awww Momma

Uh..
Yeah this your house, I know it’s yo crib
I ain’t even gon trip Ma
But not for nothin, you coulda knocked before you entered
I got some shit up on this scale I ain’t want you to see
Plays been callin me since 1 and now it’s goin on 3
But this is it right?
Another strike, pack my shit right?
But u still gon need that rent right?- Right
Let’s be real, you know I’m sellin if they buyin
There’s a thin lining between justifying and lyin
Hustling and supplyin
Living it up and dyin
Lock me up in confinement, but they’ll never trap my mind in
Aww Momma, I never meant to bring you drama
I remind you of my father, so you don’t even bother
I’m just out here chasin dollas tryna get us thru tomorrow
Only went to college just satisfy you Momma
Aww Momma, I know your nights been filled with sadness
Bumpin some Gladys, there’s a method to my madness
Uuhh- most grateful for all the years you took care me
Uhh- now I’m able and I aint movin like I’m scary
Uhh- all fussin so I don’t really think you hear me
Uhh- Luz is pregnant you ‘bout to be a new grammy
Uhh- I’ma man finna provide for the family
Uhh.. even if the family goes against me
Yeah my body’s filled pride, money’s on my mind
And my blood’s about to boil but my eyes is on the prize
As my hands touch these grams, and my feet up on the block
Gave my fears the cold shoulder so my stomach’s not in knots
Aww Momma you know your son’s about to blow up
It’s go mode so you know I can’t slow up
Hold up...

Mhmm
Haha
The Top Mover still movin y’all
Movers
PHM
Uh, yo
PHM
1 Take Jake n**** yo

Fuck it, real women swallow
Drug money piling up like we hit the lotto
Social media’s weak man fuck a follow
Middle finger to that judge that done locked up Ralo
What this world comin to?
They talk down yet they under you
I think they got it confused
I ain’t worried bout the best
Or worried bout who’s next
Sun I’m worried bout the cross contamination’s thru a chef
Let me find out- you super swined out
Call a time out, had to regroup it
Stupid niggas get signed out
Anyway, this is based off what you insinuate
You grabbed more than you can chew and still you want bigger plate? (What)

Man these people buggin
straight in yo eye that’s how I’m cumin
bitches know my steez I ain’t bluffin
I go hard so the fam don’t want for nothin

Real talk, checks come thru the mailbox
Ain’t no backin out n**** the deal’s locked
You really thinkin and feel hot
With all that marketing and promotion and you still flopped
I keep it G, they gon hate me
Fuck pay to play motha fuckas gon pay me
Yeah I’ma pimp with mines
Upgrade all the way had to gentrify
E Jake Music duke you shoulda been subscribed
Leave ya body parts somewhere unidentified
Listen, ain’t nothin realer than real estate
I done took changes, really was dealin weight
Scratch that- cuz I really I’m dealin weight
Trapped in the trap cuz really I can’t escape
Connect keep blessing me
Plays keep stressin me
Can’t even turn my phone off they instant message me (damn)

Man these people buggin
straight in yo eye that’s how I’m cumin
bitches know my steez I ain’t bluffin
I go hard so the fam don’t want for nothin

Ayo it’s like I seen it before
Same route up and down like I dreamed it before
Mhm, I done told you niggas
I been on this road to riches
I don’t loan my digits
I stack it for the family
So they don’t want for nothin
We was taught wrong from jump
And they left us with junk
That’s why I’m outside hustlin (yeah)
That’s why I’m outside hustlin (you know)

Man these people buggin
straight in yo eye that’s how I’m cumin
bitches know my steez I ain’t bluffin
I go hard so the fam don’t want for nothin
Yo, man these people buggin
straight in yo eye that’s how I’m cumin
bitches know my steez I ain’t bluffin
I go hard so the fam don’t want for nothin
C’mon