Clev Trev - My Mama Thinks I'm Crazy lyrics

[Intro – Saigon] Uh, how real is, this? (uh-huh) How real is... this? (Saigon) Do it, do it [Hook – Curbside Hustle and (Saigon)] My mama thinks I'm crazy (my mama think I'm crazy) My mama thinks I'm craaaaazy (you do) My mama thinks I'm crazy (my mama think I'm crazy) But she don't know a thiiiiiiing [Verse 1 – Saigon] Uh, uh, uh Truth or dare. Who should care? Lucifer's near, proof is there Either your gun is a souvenir, or you use it, yeah When you use it, you face the music. Prison—you lose it there How could you compare? n***as is 20 and they losin' hair Mama said "Brian, I hate to say this sh**, but I don't be lyin' The way you livin', I only picture you dyin'" And though I'm defiant, I know the reason why she droppin' the science Know why that's what she implyin'—I know why she cryin' [Hook – Curbside Hustle and (Saigon)] My mama thinks I'm crazy (damn, my mama think I'm crazy) My mama thinks I'm craaaaazy [Verse 2 – Saigon] Two to the one. I get a gun, you get a gun and do it for fun Mama not believin' there's reasons n***as'll shoot at her son She know I sell smoke but don't know that I'm movin' a ton Hard to find a job, yeah, at least not a lucrative one One of your dude's n***a's gettin' money that's much younger than you You catch hustle fever, your temperature's like 102 'Stead of goin' to see the doc, you goin' to see 'Pac Pop was short for popular, gotta supply the B-rock She wrote me when I was in C-block [Hook – Curbside Hustle and (Saigon)] My mama thinks I'm crazy (my mama think I'm crazy) My mama thinks I'm crazy (uhh, my mama think I'm crazy) My mama thinks I'm craaaaazy [Verse 3 – Saigon] My mama checkin' in my bedroom but I ain't there I left a note that said, "Life ain't fair" (life ain't fair) I came back and seen a note that said, "I ain't care Yeah, motherf**er, life ain't fair. I let you live here" The struggles of a single black woman raisin' a man That and poverty obviously go hand in hand Damn! My mama think I'm crazy The funny thing she been thinkin' this since I was a baby Well if I'm crazy, then I'm prayin' that father can save me ‘Cause my mama? My mama? MY MAMA? Man, listen [Hook – Curbside Hustle and (Saigon)] My mama thinks I'm crazy (my mama think I'm crazy) But she don't know a thiiiiiiing My damn mama thinks I'm crazy, uh, uh-huh (How real is, this?) [*ad libs*] My mama thinks I'm craaaaaaazyyyy