Текст песни Word 2 My Momma - Issue

Youngin' on the corner tryna come up
I be really hustlin' til the sun up, for real
Remember nights my mama told me put that gun up
But I kept that bitch close, they tryna gun us, for real

Thoughts like mama before them niggas get one up
I'ma see how it feel to kill a nigga when I run up
Poppin' pills, I'm fuckin' until the sun up
She know I'm off drugs, I'm sweatin' like I'm in a sauna

And uh, yeah, this word to my mama
I'ma kill one of them niggas if it's drama, for real
I thank God cause he was there through all them problems
And I got my groove back like that llama, yeah

Chasin' money, it's turnin' into a problem
I couldn't see the bigger picture, was chasin' after a dollar
They say if you lead them, they'll follow
But them niggas, they ain't on the same page, I ah holla

I ain't got time to be wastin', I got kids
Niggas so I'm on the grind, bein' patient
Nigga, I was breakin' bread before I ate
And they was tryna take the crumbs off my plate

Damn, I would've fed them niggas why they hate
It ain't my fault you niggas stressin' and I'm great
But a nigga still be stressed out
Don't make me black out and leave you stretched out

Nigga, still with my brothers even though we in our own lane
I been on my grown, mane tryna get it
I ain't got time for no bitches
So I'm single, stackin' up, every dime from a penny

One day I'ma have a dime, sippin' wine on ah island
I ain't never heard of gettin' busy, yeah
I be with my dawgs like a Frenchie
And I gotta watch my back cause niggas envy

Plus I heard through the wind they out to get me
But no weapon shall prosper formed against me
Nigga, don't make me pop out, catch you slippin
It ain't hard to pop out, pop and

Ask the Lord, can he forgive me, I'ma make it out
Word to my momma still ridin' round with tools
Cause they won't do me like Osama
Feelin' presidential like Obama

Nigga, I'ma give it raw without a condom
Yeah, keep it real, I ain't got time for the fakin
I been seein' the niggas eyes that they hatin
I can feel a snake in them from handshakin

These niggas be paranoid, I can see they hands shakin
Gotta pay attention to the lil' shit
And I don't put nothin' past them, naw, not a lil' bit
It was times when I ain't trust none

Not even niggas that was loyal
Ah pop out fa me and buss guns
Yeah, they had to earn my respect, nigga
I was 16, 17 and got it tatted on my neck

I was right there in the hood like I was tatted on my set
Momma told me stay inside, but I was standin' on my bets
Shoot dice with the old heads
And they respect me to this day like I'm a old head

I was ah shorty runnin' round like I'm a grown man
Brothers in the streets, we was thuggin', aint have no plans
But to pop somethin', or rob somethin
All the shit that I done did, I'm thankful that I ain't died from

So I gotta thank God for it
And if I tell you that I love you, that's somethin' that I'd die for

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