Mikkey Halsted, Pusha T - Momma in My Ear lyrics

Young Chop on the beat

Yeah, momma on my mind
I got momma in my ear, my woman on my back
Gotta get this cheese to get up out this trap
Taking penitentiary chances
Playing Russian Roulette ducking out police
Trying to cheat the angel of death

I learned the cheat code from real niggas
Got out the house early, I was a field nigga
Let's be honest
These artists don't paint the real picture
I try to listen but honestly
I don't feel niggas
I was Polo, Nautica, Hilfiger
Been fresh to death
Therefore we spill liquor
You dummies don't even get it, do you
Rapping my life, you suckas
Don't even live it, do you
From where pussies get fucking wetter
Still my daddy made me fight
Them niggas head up' i dig the knowledge
I hope these cowawrds is read up
Funerals get expensive
I hope that you got your bread up
Go ahead and jump out that window
I stopped playing with niggas after Nintendo
I know you niggas is pillow
You want to understand Mikkey
It's this simple

Bury so many family I'm feeling numb
So many homies
It hurts even worse when they young
Sometimes I ain't proud of where I'm from
I wonder if momma's proud of what I've become
She say she is but I know
That she wanted more from me
Know that God got something special
In store for me
See, the journey just made me more hungry
I'm not bitch
Need no man to open the door for me
I wish daddy could see me
My granny could feed me
Her famous lemon cake
Wish scarface never plugged GD
And my cousin Cee-lo Reed was
Here to hear my CD
I gotta step up in his daughter's life
I know she needs me
Chasing Lamborghinis, I'm merciless
Overdo it, every line is superfluous
Chicago the place that birthed this shit
But we claim the whole universe as our turf

Yech, I can't escape the slander
The irony of "I escaped the slammer"
Guess I'm Houdini in that motherfucking manor
Local authorities can't oppress my grandeur
They see me three ways, MTV with the VJs
Any mag cover or TSA in my PJ
Whoo, I fly 'em every so often
When I die, Maserati rig the coffin
Thirteen millionaires on the run to Boston
Call spades by the racist
Ass Massachusetts officers
Digest, put it together niggas
Ha, I was simply being clever, niggas
Lucky for you, this ain't my sole endeavor
Nigga
Or you'd be calling me Hov or even better
Nigga whoo, notorious Push
It's only so long that
The gods overlooked one