Big HAN - Told My Momma Lyrics

Told my mom I'm putting on
Imma get my shit together
'Cuz there gon be better times, yea we gon' be rich forever
We ain't have no one but God Through that f*cking stormy weather
All I gotta do is grind, imma put in all my effort
I got n***as tryna kill these other n***as for no reason
Shoot at me, I got no control my n***as open season
I go crazy til I see my guys succeed, while over seas and
F*cking all these different models
On they titties like an infant, that's upgrading to a bottle
Grip the throttle
If this capping made you brilliant, then you n***as Aristotle
Don't got time for childish treatment, don't got time for being coddled
Imma grow up
F*ck all these bitches I glowed up
Opposition finna dickeat, don't be surprised when they choke up
It's not the fam that's down bad
Sorry I don't give no f*cks
Wait lil ni***, hold up
Old bitches talking hot shit, like HAN when u finna grow up
F*ck you, I been grown n***a
But I still stay goofy
With the gang and we two deep
But touch the paper, you turn to paper, I'll cut you off like loose leave
My guy died, did a lil cryn, then I'm back to spazzing on new beats
Back to spazzing on new beats
Hit a jawn she wet as f*ck, now I gotta go get new sheets
(Uh, gotta go get the new sheets)
F*ck with the gang and we turn you to dust
All of these bitches was giving it up
Don't f*ck wit many cuz n***as get jealous cuz all of a sudden you living it up
Don't f*ck wit me, you not lifting me up
Don't come around you not cooking enough
Seen a few n***as that swear that they vets, but they still hangin' 'round all us rookies and stuff
F*ck a dessert 'less it's cookies and stuff
No it's not Jersey if Snooki involved
Mind is on go, it was firing, all of these n***as like pistols that do not revolve
Pussy boy you should've known I evolved
Shoulda been known I was gon' stack them digits
I am that youngin, I shoot for them rovers, them n***as ain't kno that the sky not the limit