Mama

[Verse 1: Thato Saul]
Mama I rap
Mama I really should trap
My niggas they watching my back
All my pencils I take 'em and scratch
I’m tryna cook up a batch that no nigga can match
I was graded different
Mixing of Jordan and Pippen
Like the cotton, I am picking
Field nigga riding and ripping got no feelings
Violent and wiping
Compiling and kicking
Don't you mention 012 is little tension
I bring the beef in extension
My chest is pumping like engine
When I saw my niggas committed thats when I was wedged in
Lately I give up my prayers
Hit the streets and I tackle your players
Lord I wait for the day that they pay us
Pay me my dues all my coupes and my slayers
I got some dudes who need roofs and some layers
My troops got proofs ask who real and they say us
I do want juice and no truce don't delay us
All of my moves no nigga could decay us
No snitches living in my section
The pistols are coming to take a collection
I was on my intersection where niggas shoot bullets
I live in the actions uh

[Chorus: Thato Saul]
Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding back
Mama I want the bag put my soul in rap
Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding back
Mama I want the bag put my soul in rap
Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding back
Mama I want the bag put my soul in rap
Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding back
Mama I want the bag put my soul in rap

[Verse 2: Tyson S.T]
Mama I rap
Mom I'm not new to the trap
My niggas they watching my back
I got niggas in chats
Talking 'bout spinning round back
To empty the clip on your fam and your cousin and fans
My cousin twenty five and
Got twenty five life in the sack
25K the man see the vultures ? fuck ya
Birds of feather
Butter bread thats spread by brothers
If you barely suffered you could never love us
Shiiii
How many people you lost in december
You falling for pressure
My brothers getting a bag just to fake love ya song and impress ya
You paying niggas for cosigns
I never signed nothing but court papers dropped after effort
Now listen do better my family straight
But I'll check on a blood if I ever feel pressure
Great position sitting on a fence maybe stable
You gotta choose a side if you livin'
Cause I done seen a nigga lose is mom and his sister
Cause he was choosing sides that never picked him
Daily bullies turning into victims
Aim at me I'm aiming at your women
You find a good time when you live in my position
If she don't try to kill me then I'm with it
Throw me the box cause I'm boxing demons often
Seen the girl I loved then I seen my homies coffin
If you really tough the talking you do without it
If you tryna move then we can get it popping
If niggas really coming through to bring another problem
I park cars, make calls, hop on twitter laughing
Independent nigga zero labels but we charting
How many PR team money you be coughing
Counting all the sponsors look
Nigga look-look
Managers, blogs booked
Nigga booked-booked
Industry turned to another fish market
Atleast I got far without hooks

[Chorus 2: Thato Saul]
Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding back
Mama I want the bag put my soul in rap
Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding back
Mama I want the bag put my soul in rap
Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding back
Mama I want the bag put my soul in rap
Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding back
Mama I want the bag put my soul in rap