Saigon - My Mama Thinks I'm Crazy lyrics

[Intro: Saigon] Uh, how real is, this? (uh-huh) How real is... this? (Saigon) Do it, do it [Curbside Hustle] + (Saigon) My mama thinks I'm crazy (my mama think I'm crazy) My mama thinks I'm craaaaazy (you do) My mama thinks I'm crazy (my mama think I'm crazy) But she don't know a thiiiiiiing [Saigon] Uh, uh, uh Truth or dare, who should care, Lucifer's near, proof is there Either your gun is a souvenir, or you use it, yeah When you use it you face the music, prison you lose it there How could you compare? n***az is 20 and they losin hair Mama said "Brian, I hate to say this sh** but I don't be lyin The way you livin I only picture you dyin" And though I'm defiant, I know the reason why she droppin the science Know why that's what she implyin, I know why she cryin [Curbside Hustle] + (Saigon) My mama thinks I'm crazy (damn, my mama think I'm crazy) My mama thinks I'm craaaaazy [Saigon] Two to the one, I get a gun, you get a gun, do it for fun Mama not believin there's reasons n***az'll shoot at her son She know I sell smoke but don't know that I'm movin a ton Hard to find a job, yeah, at least not a lucrative one One of your dude's n***az gettin money that's much younger than you You catch hustle fever, your temperature's like 102 'Stead of goin to see the doc, you goin to see 'Pac Pop was short for popular, gotta supply the B rock She wrote me when I was in C block [Curbside Hustle] + (Saigon) My mama thinks I'm crazy (my mama think I'm crazy) My mama thinks I'm crazy (uhh, my mama think I'm crazy) My mama thinks I'm craaaaazy [Saigon] My mama checkin in my bedroom but I ain't there I left a note that said "Life ain't fair" (life ain't fair) I came back and seen a note that said "I ain't care Yeah motherf**er, life ain't fair, I let you live here" The struggles of a single black woman raisin a man That and poverty obviously go hand in hand Damn~! My mama think I'm crazy The funny thing she been thinkin this since I was a baby Well if I'm crazy then I'm prayin that father can save me Cause my mama? My mama~? MY MAMA? Man, listen [Outro: Curbside Hustle] + (Saigon) My mama thinks I'm crazy (my mama think I'm crazy) But she don't know a thiiiiiiing (My damn mama thinks I'm crazy, uh, uh-huh) (How real is, this?) {*ad libs and instrumental break*} My mama thinks I'm craaaaaaazyyyy