Momma's Baby (feat. Lia)

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