Pusha T - Momma In My Ear lyrics

[Hook: Mikkey Halsted x2] I got momma in my ear, my woman on my back Gotta get this cheese to get up out this trap Taking penitentiary chances, playing Russian Roulette Ducking out police, trying to cheat the angel of d**h [Verse 1: Mikkey Halsted] I learned the cheat code from real n***as Got out the house early, I was a field n***a Let’s be honest, these artists don’t paint the real picture I try to listen but honestly, I don’t feel n***as I was Polo, Nautica, Hilfiger Been fresh to d**h, therefore we spill liquor You dummies don’t even get it, do you? Rapping my life, you s**as don’t even live it, do you? From where pussies get f**ing wetter Still my daddy made me fight them n***as head up sponsored links I dig the knowledge, I hope these cowards is read up Funerals get expensive, I hope that you got your bread up Go ahead and jump out that window I stopped playing with n***as after Nintendo I know you n***as is pillow You want to understand Mikkey, it’s this simple [Hook: Mikkey Halsted x2] I got momma in my ear, my woman on my back Gotta get this cheese to get up out this trap Taking penitentiary chances, playing Russian Roulette Ducking out police, trying to cheat the angel of d**h [Verse 2: Mikkey Halsted] Bury so many family I’m feeling numb So many homies, it hurts even worse when they young Sometimes I ain’t proud of where I’m from I wonder if momma’s proud of what I’ve become She say she is but I know that she wanted more from me I know that God got something special in store for me See, the journey just made me more hungry I’m not b**h, need no man to open the door for me I wish daddy could see me, my granny could feed me A famous Renne Kegge if Scarface had never plugged ? And my cousin Cee-lo Reed was here to hear my CD I gotta step up in his daughter’s life, I know she needs me Chasing Lamborghinis, I’m merciless Overdo it, every line is superfluous Chicago the place that birthed this sh** But we claim the whole universe as our turf [Hook: Mikkey Halsted x2] I got momma in my ear, a woman on my back Gotta get this cheese to get up out this trap Taking penitentiary chances, playing Russian Roulette Ducking out police, trying to cheat the angel of d**h [Verse 3: Pusha T] Yech, I can’t escape the slander The irony of “I escaped the slammer” Guess I’m Houdini in that motherf**ing manor Local authorities can’t oppress my grandeur They see me three ways, MTV with the VJs Any mag cover or TSA in my PJs Whoo, I fly them every so often When I die, Maserati rig the coffin Thirteen millionaires on the run to Boston Call spades by the racist a** Ma**achusetts officers Digest, put it together n***as Ha, I was simply being clever, n***as Lucky for you, this ain’t my sole endeavour, n***a Or you’d be calling me Hov or even better, n***a Whoo, notorious Push It’s only so long that the gods overlooked one