On My Momma

[Hook]
On my momma, ain’t no hoe in me
Theses streets tryna take control of me
I know sometimes I over think
I feel like death approaching me
I take drugs to forget some things
These things I think about get deep
We make love, love ain’t meant for me
We make up, break up, instantly
On my momma, ain’t no one with me
Theses streets tryna take control of me
I know sometimes I over think
I feel like death approaching me

[Verse 1]
It’s a tre pound ridin’ round you don’t want none
You ain’t a shooter ain’t got shooters you don’t know none
Talkin money? Where your money? Gotta show some
Want smoke? Call smoke, ya need to smoke some
Hold up, Forgiatos when I roll up
Drinkin’ out the bottle with some models that don’t smoke much
I’m with my man. She with her friend. But I want both of em
20 bands 100 scams, damn I was so up
Sho nuff shit slowed up broke growed up
Left me in the cold, wouldn't even pick the phone up
I hit the O no pole kept the Bow Tuck
Got it on my own fuck a loan I don’t want none
Woke up, rolled up, we finna smoke one
Phone full uh missed calls ain’t callin back no one
Bows gettin sent off, Coke with the Fentanyl
This pole finna pick off, that boy always tryna dip off

[Hook]
On my momma, ain’t no hoe in me
Theses streets tryna take control of me
I know sometimes I over think
I feel like death approaching me
I take drugs to forget some things
These things I think about get deep
We make love, love ain’t meant for me
We make up, break up, instantly
On my momma, ain’t no one with me
Theses streets tryna take control of me
I know sometimes I over think
I feel like death approaching me

[Verse 2]
I can tell that boy a bitch from how he holdin’ a strap
But ain’t no tellin’ who gonna switch snitch and tell on they man
I keep a pistol in my pocket, glocky cockin it back
I'm finally poppin yeah im poppin put my hood on the map
A lot of problems tryna solve em popped a perc and a half
I play it cautious i dont talk and walk around with these racks
And this revolver solvin’ problems 6 shots in my pants
Whoever told you I’m a lick they musta wanted you dead
‘Cause, blicky wit me it get iffy out here
We got 30 in the glizzy it get busy down here
I pull up with the Drake, they think Drizzy round here
This a 40 boy you wonder why that kid ain’t round here
I been on a mission tryna get it round here
It’s survival of the fittest how we live around here
You wouldn’t understand unless you’ve been around here
Bend the block if they don’t got em we gon’ spin it all year, ‘cause

[Hook]
On my momma, ain’t no hoe in me
Theses streets tryna take control of me
I know sometimes I over think
I feel like death approaching me
I take drugs to forget some things
These things I think about get deep
We make love, love ain’t meant for me
We make up, break up, instantly
On my momma, ain’t no one with me
Theses streets tryna take control of me
I know sometimes I over think
I feel like death approaching me