Pryde - MAMA lyrics

[Intro] Real sh** real Richvale Summer all summer, I ain't gotta tell you twice Look [Hook] I got big dreams, big plans coming I got big intentions for them big face hundreds I put it on everything that the Boy won't switch, cause mama ain't raise no b**h [Verse 1] Listen to me talk, I been on two since my mama pa**ed baby Trynna chase commas, puttin' drama last baby Trynna show my mama that she not a bad lady, so I push it to the limit, I been 20 past 80 Drivin' down the freeway with a pocket full of cheddar Stress up on my mind, I gotta keep it together In the six so much they don't call me an out of towner Putting bread up on the table, and your head up on the counter f**boy! They ain't got guns but they sendin' shots, so subliminal but we always connect the dots One thing about me is I ain't new to that, so even when you stop shooting b**h I'm shooting back Boy, I've been in it for a minute, ain't lookin' for beginners, I do more than f** b**hes homie Everybody that was stuck doing the same, wanna tell me that I changed but I'm busy trynna get it [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2] And ever since my mama took her last breath, I had told myself to push it to my last cheque If you thought I fell right off, that was a bad guess I had to take a break to cut like every last neck Too much money on the line, you ain't too funny with the grind f**in' all these b**hes got me f**in' up my time I got dudes around the way that were f**in' with some crimes Had to clean their life up, police trynna get 'em fined Young short a** boys do it all for the pape', you boys wanna come clean, you just a closet away Trynna get my fans [?], and get a closet of bape If real recognize real we do not know your name! Still on the same sh** for a while now, they sayin' they gon' jump me, f**er quiet down Jump for a reason, if not, then on my mama All you motherf**ers here can get the drama Tell 'em I got [Hook]