Mama Neva Understand

(アルバム： Streetz Need Me - 2016)

Mama never understand why I'm out here in these streets
Out here hanging with these gangsters
She know killers stay with me
She'll never understand niggas out here play for keeps
So I gotta keep it on me because I know it ain't sweet
And my mama always saying
"Boy these niggas ain't your friends"
But I never understand
I can't get it through my head
Cause I love my niggas
And my niggas love me
So I'm out here in these streets
And that's what its gone be

9 years old when I brought that knife to school
Every since that day my mama knew I was a fool
Way back when I used to wear my cousins shoes
Back when 50 cent had made me wanna be a goon
Back when me and mama kept our change in a drawer
Let it add up and take them shits to coin store
All I ever wanted was to be a hood star
Smoking, thinking "how the fuck I get this foreign car?"
Used to couldn't sleep
I was so turnt on Christmas eve
Woke up Christmas morning
Wasn't shit under the tree
Ain't do no complaining and I took that shit like a G
Now she understand why I always was a thief
I was broke and I was poor
I was stealing out the store
Back when me and ma were staying in the [?]
Twelve years old when I first jumped off the porch
I started hanging with them gangsters
That's when I stopped playing sports

Remember back day
When I used to catch the rapid
At the Windermere
Trying to catch a nigga lacking
Mama used to have to buy my shoes from Mr. Alex
Used to punch on niggas because they parents had them swagging
Swear to squad to tell the truth
And only nothing but the truth
13 drinking 40's in the basement with Young Lou
That was way back when we told Molly don't shoot
Turned into a fucking goon
Because I want that name too
I was doing drugs with my niggas in the hood
Posted in the hood trying to be like Young Hood
Used to stay with TJ
Damn that boy a good cook
Used to watch him work that stove when I should've had a book
14 years old I remember those days
Sleeping in the trap with Bullyman and OG Dane
Fuck with Lil Dough
And he gon' pop a nigga brains
You know what I claim
Bitch I'm Taliban gang

Remember when I used to stay in Lil Will attic
On the block with Poopy posted like a fucking savage
If you looking for us bitch we out here with them cannons
Thugging in these Cleveland Knowles where we standing
Spend that firm up I love them niggas like my blood
Way back when Gutter used to call me son
Way before they ever used to let me touch a gun
They want me to rap
I grab that strap
I'm tryna thug
Better not trust [?]
All that nigga do is scheme
Used to fuck on bitches then I stole that hoe's keys
Wait until she leave
Go back and get everything
I got what you need
Probably sell it for some weed
Pour a whole pint
Thinking about my old life
Mama moved me out the hood
I went and robbed the whole heights
Everyday I'm on that bus
I'm right back on that Knowles life
You want war
It's on sight
And you won't get told twice

I was hitting licks with Goonie doing drills
Remember Goonie caught that body with my steel
Mama kicked me out because she kept on finding steels
Really in the field
Nigga put that shit on Mills
I got caught lacking before
That's why I'll always keep my whodie
Taking out the trash, still had that pole on me
I can't be a stain
No, I can't go homie
Still'll rob a nigga and I got that Roll on me
T rock got that 40
And that's A-Rod with that chopper
On my son I shot my Glock
Ask my mama how I rock
Call up Murder Man Kev
He be shooting on the opps
And free Chino with that Mac
I told him keep his head high
Free my nigga Baby Shaq
We call him Mr. Red Dot
Free B and Free DJ
I wish he missed that head shot
Rubberband money gang
Nigga free my bandsquad
Cross me and you gon' die
You better not play with Band God
Bitch you know we heartless
You know what my niggas yelling (what up)
I remain a felon
Nah, I never start telling (what up)
Used to tell my mama when I'm free I'm gon' do better
I came home and brought that Mac
Ma, you already knew better

Mama never understand why I'm out here in these streets
Out here hanging with these gangsters
She know killers stay with me
She'll never understand niggas out here play for keeps
So I gotta keep it on me because I know it ain't sweet
And my mama always saying
"Boy these niggas ain't your friends"
But I never understand
I can't get it through my head
Cause I love my niggas
And my niggas love me
So I'm out here in these streets
And that's what its gone be