Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Mama, 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 weren’t for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn’t came true
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Told mama, “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 4 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 the lights off)
I ain’t never lettin’ nothin’ slide, I was taught to get my lick back
Hit hard, move silent, I ain’t got time for all that chit-chat
Even though I feel like you wasn’t there, got mad love for my dad
No hard feelings, I ain’t never 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)
Took security with my mama (my mama)
I know she got her pistol (her pistol)
‘Fore I give a bitch anything (I swear)
I’ma take care my sisters (my sisters)
We ain’t writin’ no more bad checks (no more bad checks)
My lil’ boy them know ’bout private jets (PJs)
And my auntie them, they straight now (okay)
It ain’t too much for ’em to worry about, I promise
Mama, 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 weren’t for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn’t came true
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Told mama, “Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine”
Angels watch over my shoulder like an umpire
I could get in the octagon with these punchlines
Like, nigga, I’m the captain and it’s crunch time
Skip the lunch line, gotta eat more than sometime
I done time, so I think everyone one-time
Colorblind to the sunshine, I’d rather moonshine
Told the team, “I don’t care who shine as long as you shine”
Keep a California dumb blonde with a boob job
Rather give me a blowjob than get a new job
Too high, fuck the shit out her, then we woosah
Whoo-ha, got you all in check like a swoosh sign
Told my daddy, “I don’t blame you, neither claim you”
You was never in the picture, somebody framed you
Moms bought my first pistol, brought me to the range too
Since the day I could walk, I been on the same two
Mama, don’t worry (Tunechi), I got my pistol (lil’ bitch)
I’m gettin’ my dollars (yeah, yeah, yeah), you birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby)
Told my daddy, “Don’t be sorry, I’m not gon’ blame you”
If it weren’t for struggle (yeah, yeah, yeah), my dreams, they wouldn’t came true (Mula, baby)
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
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