Momma don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars. you birthed a real nigga
Told my daddy don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Told momma don't worry, you know you raised a hard body
Granny called the other day, said don't stress 'cause God got you
I'ma chase this paper every day, I ain't doin' no stoppin'
Tryna stuff this cash in my jeans, I'm so four-pockets
All the times you gave a nigga your last, I can't forget that
Eviction notice on the door, we was hidin' from the rent man (Turned our lights out)
They ain't never lettin' nothin' slide, I was taught to get my lick back
Hit hard, move solid, I ain't got time for all they chit-chat
Even though I feel like you and them got mad, got love for my dad
No hard feelings, ain't ever cry 'bout nothin' I ain't have
Growin' up inside of poverty, that shit'll have you mad (Mad)
Goin' to school without no new shoes, that shit'll turn you bad (Bad-bad)
Took security with my mama (Don't worry)
I know she got her pistol
'Fore I give a bitch anything (I swear)
I'ma take care of my sisters (My sisters)
We ain't ridin' on no more bad shits
All them boys don't know 'bout private jets
And my auntie'nem, they straight now (Okay)
It ain't too much for 'em to worry about (I promise)
Momma don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars. you birthed a real nigga
Told my daddy don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Told momma don't worry, I'll be just fine
Angels watchin' over my shoulder like an
I just get in the octagon with these punchlines
Like, nigga, I'm the captain when it's crunch time
Skipped the lunch line, gotta eat more than some time
I done time, so I think everyone want time
Colorblind to the sun, shinin', rather moon shine
Told the team don't care who shine as long as you shine
Keep a California dumb blonde with a boobjob
Rather get me a blowjob than get a new job
Too high, **** the shit outta her then we
Woo-ha, got you all in check like a swoosh sign
Told my daddy I don't blame you, needa claim you
You was never in the picture, somebody framed you
Mom's bought my first pistol, brought me to the range too
Since the day I could walk, I been on the same two
Momma don't worry (Tunech')
I got my pistol (Lil' bitch)
I'm gettin' my dollars (Hell yeah)
You birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby)
Told my daddy don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you
If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true (Mula, baby)
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
