Troy Ave - Mama Tears lyrics

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Troy Ave - Mama Tears lyrics

[Intro:] Turn me up a lil' bit [Verse:] The dope game hard, the rap game easy Industry n***as so motherf**in sleazy In the streets n***as 'gon try you if it's easy Leave you like a b**h on a period bleedin Real respect real almost in any case When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case Behind every d**h, it's a s**er in the mix s**er n***as get a real n***a in some deep sh** For instance Glenn, did different with Ben Glenn told him get a chick I gotta check for ten And hit shorty with two, if she clear in a week Then it's eight bands left we split four grand a piece Long story long Glenn jerked him instead sponsored links f**ed the b**h and count up and withdrew all of the bread Ben caught him slippin put the slammer to his head Took his j**els took it to the pawn sh** was just led Faker than the three dollar bill he wish he k**ed Glenn sped back to his block right up the hill Told the OG bu*ta, from the hood what happened But he left out the part, 'bout him snakin and rappin Said I was just chillin on Rutland, 'bout to kick it with a b**h Then this hatin n***a Ben, ran up on me with some sh** I told the n***a if he 'gon pull it, then he better k** me! bu*ta said what happened? n***a took all your j**elry Nah I ain't with it today, I kept it light That n***a can't shoot anyway, so I'm aight But he f**ed up now, 'cause I know where he be Matter fact big homey, won't you ride with me?! Now bu*ta in the car, he don't play that sh** And he fittin to put a hole in a n***a With his fo' fifth eight shot head trigger There he go right there pull up a lil' nearer I'm a get out, meet me on the corner stay on the right Glenn said cool big homey, I got you aight Ben ain't even seen it comin he caught that body with ease And Glenn saw some people comin he thought it was the d's But it wasn't, and he drove off But he hit the corner lookin like is this boy lost? Now it's sirens, gun in hand lookin violent He fit the description police just got the firin, now he gone And the moral of the story is, f**in with s**ers could get your mother tears And the moral of the story is, when you f** with them s**ers could get your mother tears [Outro:] This is my song, you can't defend wrong, You can't defend wrong, Maybe you'll listen if I put it in a, song, song, song, song Maybe you'll listen if I put it in a, song, song, song, song, you can't defend wrong The rap game hard, the dope game easy Industry n***as so motherf**in sleazy In the streets n***as 'gon try you if it's easy Leave you like a b**h on a period bleedin Real respect real almost in any case When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case Real respect real almost in any case When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case