Momma

Yeah, this might be the realest shit I ever wrote

It's crazy that

Nigga, all the motherfuckin' heart I get

Everything I've been through in the streets

I learned from a woman (I know women that's more realer than niggas)

That's right, nigga (I know women who are more realer than niggas)

I know women realer than niggas (I know women who are more realer than niggas)

I got the game from my momma, nigga, my aunties, shout to Janet (real shit)

Momma, I don't ever want to see you struggle

Tired of seein' me bumpin' heads with my big brother

Momma, that big brother, he ain't got to worry

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

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

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

Momma, I'm just livin' how you taught a nigga

Said, "I ain't raisin' no pussies, I got one daughter, nigga"

I remember them Feds came and got a nigga

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

Momma, livin' room floor with tears in my eyes

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

You know

See, I'm followin' your blueprint, you know what I mean?

See, I grew up in the street with vultures

But I learned what I learned in the house, nigga

How ill is that?

And this all facts, nigga

Nigga, I know women who went in 10-15 years, 'cause they stood on what they believed

Shout-out my Auntie Janet, she a motherfucker

PeeWee did ten, back out, and she still hustlin'

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 bein' rich, then shit was super ugly

Then my momma got a job, now, she sellin' groceries

Used to have a house in Vegas when we was doin' 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, nigga, you checked my credentials

Facts!

See, nigga, all this shit come from the heart

This pain, this struggle

This is motherfuckin' time away from my loved ones

When you hear me rappin' this shit, nigga

This shit like cancer

I'm just lettin' it out, it's the 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 Ms

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

I ain't trippin', nigga, this is the art of hustle, holmes

I went from flippin' dope to buyin' houses, to flippin' homes

Momma taught me, "Fuck your losses, just keep movin' on

If you get caught, just never snitch, one day, you comin' 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

Yeah

See, this is a unique story

I was raised by six women and one male

And that wasn't even my father, nigga, real shit

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

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

Nigga, I was frontin' my daddy bricks

Nigga, what kind of shit is that?

I grew around 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 ('dition)

I'm just keepin' on my family tradition, we built a legacy

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

I remember sayin', teacher asked me, what's my Momma, she a queenpin