Word 2 My Momma

Youngin' on the corner tryna come up I be really hustlin' til the sun up, for real Remember nights my mama told me put that gun up But I kept that bitch close, they tryna gun us, for real Thoughts like mama before them niggas get one up I'ma see how it feel to kill a nigga when I run up Poppin' pills, I'm fuckin' until the sun up She know I'm off drugs, I'm sweatin' like I'm in a sauna And uh, yeah, this word to my mama I'ma kill one of them niggas if it's drama, for real I thank God cause he was there through all them problems And I got my groove back like that llama, yeah Chasin' money, it's turnin' into a problem I couldn't see the bigger picture, was chasin' after a dollar They say if you lead them, they'll follow But them niggas, they ain't on the same page, I ah holla I ain't got time to be wastin', I got kids Niggas so I'm on the grind, bein' patient Nigga, I was breakin' bread before I ate And they was tryna take the crumbs off my plate Damn, I would've fed them niggas why they hate It ain't my fault you niggas stressin' and I'm great But a nigga still be stressed out Don't make me black out and leave you stretched out Nigga, still with my brothers even though we in our own lane I been on my grown, mane tryna get it I ain't got time for no bitches So I'm single, stackin' up, every dime from a penny One day I'ma have a dime, sippin' wine on ah island I ain't never heard of gettin' busy, yeah I be with my dawgs like a Frenchie And I gotta watch my back cause niggas envy Plus I heard through the wind they out to get me But no weapon shall prosper formed against me Nigga, don't make me pop out, catch you slippin It ain't hard to pop out, pop and Ask the Lord, can he forgive me, I'ma make it out Word to my momma still ridin' round with tools Cause they won't do me like Osama Feelin' presidential like Obama Nigga, I'ma give it raw without a condom Yeah, keep it real, I ain't got time for the fakin I been seein' the niggas eyes that they hatin I can feel a snake in them from handshakin These niggas be paranoid, I can see they hands shakin Gotta pay attention to the lil' shit And I don't put nothin' past them, naw, not a lil' bit It was times when I ain't trust none Not even niggas that was loyal Ah pop out fa me and buss guns Yeah, they had to earn my respect, nigga I was 16, 17 and got it tatted on my neck I was right there in the hood like I was tatted on my set Momma told me stay inside, but I was standin' on my bets Shoot dice with the old heads And they respect me to this day like I'm a old head I was ah shorty runnin' round like I'm a grown man Brothers in the streets, we was thuggin', aint have no plans But to pop somethin', or rob somethin All the shit that I done did, I'm thankful that I ain't died from So I gotta thank God for it And if I tell you that I love you, that's somethin' that I'd die for Thanks for watching