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