Mercy Great - On My Momma lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah OOOHHH!!! It's Great baby Verse 1: I woke up another morning wrote a sixteen Inspirated by good green and thick fees I'm still on it Im still chasing this big dream I'm still on the block, still riding with G.C County convicted State's watching I'm in deep I heard the competiton to me that sh** weak I'm repping L's Gang affiliated with GG Not in a gang but affiliated with GD I'm South Burbs with it U.P-town be my land Hit a n***a jack if yo b**h need a gram Looking for that pack Adub be the man f** being broke if yo a** ain't in the can Ten toes down in my six point stance Know some guys from Lon City shout out to Preston Lance We leave you leaking maxi pad Bumping Trap Jesus I'm in the Jag Chorus 1x Only goal is getting dough, we some hustler that just flow Real music from the soul (n***a that's on my Momma) This broke sh** ain't for me, I'm addicted to the green My lil daughter gotta eat (n***a that's on my Momma) And f** You church I do this for me Cause ain't nobody finna do this but me (n***a that's on my Momma) And where I'm from n***as die for nothing But why you living if you won't die for something (n***a that's on Momma) Verse 2: I grab the wheel took a sip then past the k** Wake up where my pad and pen, compared to a beast you ain't as half as real Chi-town bout that Action here, a**ault rifles and daffodils Chi-town bout that Action here, a**ault rifles and daffodils Taking from my daughter I'm grab the steel Rapping is my hobby but my pa**ion is drill Getting high up the Hill like Jack and Jill But I ain't from the Heights live that U.P-town life Two b**hes to f** about to make my night Got my jays on tight trying to get paid on sight Drillers with me hit Hitta with me They don't rap and they don't fight Chorus 1x Verse 3: All my n***as sell dope, crack cards, or rock phones Cash out, and f** good, rock shows and f** hoes Thirty three grams that's dumb O's, I'm hot but everything I spit stone cold It's a man world, No, you can't love hoes invest in real estate, pharmacy, and gun stores We letting off slammers we don't run jo n***a try to take the strip I can't nudge though Homicide hit the tip, murder unknown Gotta thirty shot clip caliber four four I'm sipping and I'm getting roll on, lame n***as sweet they ho hoes Get up on the beats and go loco, bad b**hes all in my p**nos Chorus 1x