Momma's Baby

Main man swore the block was his, shining's his jig Got no wifey no kids Just been juggling his change on that Gucci and chains On a mission to cop that STS wood grain He lived to bang with a right to bear arms Nineteen, caked up, but still living with moms She working two and a half jobs to keep her household honest Stressing to her only son her name ain't Sam Sausage That nigga never be in the house And every time you turn around he copped the new Jordan's before they came out Little sister only twelve but she knows what's up So he kick her dubs now and then just to shush her up He got hundred blocks when you want them, wholesales if you need them Of course some niggas don't like him still some niggas wanna be him Best believe it's about that skrilla if his cell phone ringing And in the background moms standing in the screen door singing, like How do you love a son that's never home And when he is he change his clothes and then he's gone I hope my baby ain't hurting nobody Or don't nobody hurt him, see Everything he know he learned from me And I'm just thinking 'bout how I use to be The streets so mean I'm worried 'bout my baby Mama's baby What do you do when rest in peace his older brother sold crack The only nigga that had his back ain't coming back So he's living out a legacy of a man many marveled Old heads around the way like young one ain't got all his marbles Homies he keep employed thicker than a catcher's mit You get behind on your payments, you catch a whole clip Everybody got respect for the little young one But it's still a few broke ass niggas out there plotting to slump him Moms been having dreams of him losing his life 'Cause he the only dude out there rocking some authentic ice Short money sales still bugging him all the little kids loving him And hood rats be arguing over who's really fucking him Living life getting it gets hectic, you have no choice to accept it Drama never comes when you expect it So with the temperature rising you see these hater's tempers flaring With a loving mother chain smoking in the window staring, like How do you love a son that's never home And when he is he change his clothes and then he's gone I hope my baby ain't hurting nobody Or don't nobody hurt him, see Everything he know he learned from me And I'm just thinking 'bout how I use to be The streets so mean I'm worried 'bout my baby Mama's baby It's a Saturday morning he the only one outside Noticing a gray bubble that keep riding by Rolling up his morning jay, glancing up and down the street Ain't bring his hammer out because mornings usually sweet It's still nobody up, from last night they still drunk So he can even keep his stash on him if he really want Still zoning off how his club would be if he ever had one Chandeliers, pool tables, and pumping dro by the bathroom, huh He's interrupted by some nigga like, ay young Anybody out here pumping wholesales today Young one don't never miss no money so of course he put that jay out Waved his hand like come here to see what slim talking 'bout The nigga had a hundred one dollar bills trying to get twenty rocks Young one bent over, reached in his sock 'bout to serve slim a block He ain't peep that bubble pull up, soon as young nigga stood up His body started stinging, cell phone ringing Moms in the door still singing, like How do you love a son that's never home And when he is he change his clothes and then he's gone I hope my baby ain't hurting nobody Or don't nobody hurt him, see Everything he know he learned from me And I'm just thinking 'bout how I use to be The streets so mean I'm worried 'bout my baby Mama's baby