Trae

Trae - My Momma lyrics

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[Hook x2] 

My mama use to tell me, bout these 

Broke hoaching ass niggaz, in these streets 

So many people, wanna see me fall 

And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck em all 



[Trae] 

You still running up, better peep my attitude 

Cause I don't give a fuck about, you or the next dude 

Hitting the block top down, waving the boulevard 

Run on side of my Range, and your feet get scarred 

I ain't never leave the house, without me packing a gun 

And I ain't never leave the block, without collecting my funds 

A lot of niggaz wanna hate, but they ain't fading us 

So everytime I show my teeth, I shine like the sun 

Breaking the game, and niggaz wanna hate my fame 

And take my change, but never will they get my change 

I'm quick to aim, and leave a red dot on your brain 

You heard the bang, and niggaz gon respect the name 

I'm telling you dog, my mama use to tell me y'all 

Don't be fake, fraud keeping me behind the wall 

But never ever will I let a, motherfucker block me 

I'ma run through that bitch, hit up and don't fall 

So it's best to vacate, for your sake 

The Maab up in this bitch, and I'ma regulate 

Disrespect me and mine, I'ma retaliate 

They don't really wanna go to war, with a heavyweight 

Dirty South veteran, Dirty Third glider 

Underground, wrecking a nigga till they retire 

For my T. Jones, I'ma set it on fire 

Busting they neck and back, like they Khia 



[Hook x2] 



[Z-Ro] 

Dorothy Marie McVey, this your son 

I've been on top of my cash, till the last of my funds 

Even though I haven't seen you, since I was six 

I know you keep me with a weapon, when I'm out in the mix 

You use to tell me, to never talk back and respect 

Now that I'm grown, a nigga be cashing chin checks 

I'm a guerilla, with a motherfucking attitude 

And whether broke or pain, I'ma be in a bad mood 

This is low life, motherfuckers can't go nowhere to roll lights 

Struggling to make it, cause this industry is so shife 

Niggaz'll take your name, and break your name 

And try to give you ten percent, of the change 

But, my mama use to tell me about these 

Broke hoaching, ass niggaz in these streets 

So I'ma be busting, a .50 caliber 

Retaliation with bitches, until they stacking up 

I know, Z-Ro don't wanna go to the county jail no mo' 

But I know, you don't wanna be doing that 

It's either that or the graveyard Ro, because I'm a killa 

And so many people, wanna see a nigga fall 

Want me at the table, if they don't want me to eat it all 

And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck y'all 



[Hook x2



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