Momma hates my f*cking music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hate my music
My momma hate my music
Last time I seen Kev
He was on my momma's sofa
Then 2 days later she called and said Kev's no longer
That shit hurt a nigga
Cause when I seen him
I really did wanna talk to that nigga
But He scramed
Over what He did to my little man
Shit I had to press him
Can't let no nigga violate my family thinking I ain't gon get em
But in the process I woulda taught him a lesson
Strengthen His stride show him where he half stepping
The fact that he died getting caught up in these streets
I feel guilty cause that nigga was well within my reach
I can't even understand how his brothers f*cking sleep
The nigga who did that I swear wouldn't be able to eat
I woulda grabbed the stick
Kissed my momma goodbye
Load up the clips
Find out that where that nigga lives air out his f*cking crib
Now my little nigga a mess since Kevin's death
All I could hope is he can make it through his next breath
Momma hates my f*cking music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hate my music
My momma hate my music
Born to a father who had no intent on being that
Like a dog too busy chasing that cat
My moms was the dad
Grams was the moms
And German was brought in to help keep it calm
My pops was in and out all hours of the night
Like a young nigga taking flight
But he didn't wear Nikes
He had an appetite that hurt many lives
Had a lotta kids growing up asking why
Five families but he was no muslim
Allah he never spoke of em
All the kids he made he barely hugged em
The Women he made babies wit he ain't really love em
That's why from the women to the children to the grandkids
Don't trust em
Broken legacy shits disgusting
That's why your honor I'm out here hustling
Legally no drugs
So I can afford to fight for my loves
Momma hates my f*cking music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hates my music
My momma hates my music
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Momma hates my f*cking music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hate my music
My momma hate my music
Last time I seen Kev
He was on my momma's sofa
Then 2 days later she called and said Kev's no longer
That shit hurt a nigga
Cause when I seen him
I really did wanna talk to that nigga
But He scramed
Over what He did to my little man
Shit I had to press him
Can't let no nigga violate my family thinking I ain't gon get em
But in the process I woulda taught him a lesson
Strengthen His stride show him where he half stepping
The fact that he died getting caught up in these streets
I feel guilty cause that nigga was well within my reach
I can't even understand how his brothers f*cking sleep
The nigga who did that I swear wouldn't be able to eat
I woulda grabbed the stick
Kissed my momma goodbye
Load up the clips
Find out that where that nigga lives air out his f*cking crib
Now my little nigga a mess since Kevin's death
All I could hope is he can make it through his next breath
Momma hates my f*cking music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hate my music
My momma hate my music
Born to a father who had no intent on being that
Like a dog too busy chasing that cat
My moms was the dad
Grams was the moms
And German was brought in to help keep it calm
My pops was in and out all hours of the night
Like a young nigga taking flight
But he didn't wear Nikes
He had an appetite that hurt many lives
Had a lotta kids growing up asking why
Five families but he was no muslim
Allah he never spoke of em
All the kids he made he barely hugged em
The Women he made babies wit he ain't really love em
That's why from the women to the children to the grandkids
Don't trust em
Broken legacy shits disgusting
That's why your honor I'm out here hustling
Legally no drugs
So I can afford to fight for my loves
Momma hates my f*cking music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hates my music
My momma hates my music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hate my music
My momma hate my music
Last time I seen Kev
He was on my momma's sofa
Then 2 days later she called and said Kev's no longer
That shit hurt a nigga
Cause when I seen him
I really did wanna talk to that nigga
But He scramed
Over what He did to my little man
Shit I had to press him
Can't let no nigga violate my family thinking I ain't gon get em
But in the process I woulda taught him a lesson
Strengthen His stride show him where he half stepping
The fact that he died getting caught up in these streets
I feel guilty cause that nigga was well within my reach
I can't even understand how his brothers f*cking sleep
The nigga who did that I swear wouldn't be able to eat
I woulda grabbed the stick
Kissed my momma goodbye
Load up the clips
Find out that where that nigga lives air out his f*cking crib
Now my little nigga a mess since Kevin's death
All I could hope is he can make it through his next breath
Momma hates my f*cking music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hate my music
My momma hate my music
Born to a father who had no intent on being that
Like a dog too busy chasing that cat
My moms was the dad
Grams was the moms
And German was brought in to help keep it calm
My pops was in and out all hours of the night
Like a young nigga taking flight
But he didn't wear Nikes
He had an appetite that hurt many lives
Had a lotta kids growing up asking why
Five families but he was no muslim
Allah he never spoke of em
All the kids he made he barely hugged em
The Women he made babies wit he ain't really love em
That's why from the women to the children to the grandkids
Don't trust em
Broken legacy shits disgusting
That's why your honor I'm out here hustling
Legally no drugs
So I can afford to fight for my loves
Momma hates my f*cking music
Cause she can't handle that true shit
Save face for what we all abusing
I write my pain in the music
I don't give a f*ck if you listen I gotta do this
She prays so much then sits down with Judas
And Wonders why we all f*cking confuse shit
My momma hates my music
My momma hates my music
Writer: Al Buissereth
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