(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
So this is for you little bad a** n***as (I remember...)
Out there f**ing up and sh**, (I remember what my momma told me)
I just want you to know one thing, I don't give a f** what you going through
How low it get, n***a (I remember what my momma told me) how f**ing low it get, n***a
If one person is gonna ride till the end, n***a
That's your momma
Coz she had your stinking a** n***a
(she said, she said)
CHORUS
(she said)
Son, f** these hating a** n***as, do you
Got enough for one, tell the n***a front two
Better bust your guns if a n***a front you
And every time you eat make sure you feed your whole crew
Son, you was born broke, baby, die rich
Keep your mouth close I ain't raise no snitch
If she rolling good blunts you better wife that b**h
These n***as playing with my baby and I don't like that sh**