Trae Tha Truth - My Momma lyrics

[Hook - 2x] My mama use to tell me, bout these Broke hoaching a** n***as, in these streets So many people, wanna see me fall And then they wonder, why my attitude is f** em all [Trae] You still running up, better peep my attitude Cause I don't give a f** about, you or the next dude Hitting the block top down, waving the boulevard Run on side of my Range, and your feet get scarred I ain't never leave the house, without me packing a gun And I ain't never leave the block, without collecting my funds A lot of n***as wanna hate, but they ain't fading us So everytime I show my teeth, I shine like the sun Breaking the game, and n***as wanna hate my fame And take my change, but never will they get my change I'm quick to aim, and leave a red dot on your brain You heard the bang, and n***as gon respect the name I'm telling you dog, my mama use to tell me y'all Don't be fake, fraud keeping me behind the wall But never ever will I let a, motherf**er block me I'ma run through that b**h, hit up and don't fall So it's best to vacate, for your sake The Maab up in this b**h, and I'ma regulate Disrespect me and mine, I'ma retaliate They don't really wanna go to war, with a heavyweight Dirty South veteran, Dirty Third glider Underground, wrecking a n***a till they retire For my T. Jones, I'ma set it on fire Busting they neck and back, like they Khia [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Dorothy Marie McVey, this your son I've been on top of my cash, till the last of my funds Even though I haven't seen you, since I was six I know you keep me with a weapon, when I'm out in the mix You use to tell me, to never talk back and respect Now that I'm grown, a n***a be cashing chin checks I'm a guerilla, with a motherf**ing attitude And whether broke or pain, I'ma be in a bad mood This is low life, motherf**ers can't go nowhere to roll lights Struggling to make it, cause this industry is so shife n***as'll take your name, and break your name And try to give you ten percent, of the change But, my mama use to tell me about these Broke hoaching, a** n***as in these streets So I'ma be busting, a .50 caliber Retaliation with b**hes, until they stacking up I know, Z-Ro don't wanna go to the county jail no mo' But I know, you don't wanna be doing that It's either that or the graveyard Ro, because I'm a k**a And so many people, wanna see a n***a fall Want me at the table, if they don't want me to eat it all And then they wonder, why my attitude is f** y'all [Hook - 2x]