Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro - My Momma lyrics

My mama use to tell me, bout these
Broke hoaching ass niggas, in these streets
So many people, wanna see me fall
And then they wonder
Why my attitude is fuck em all

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 niggas wanna hate
But they ain't fading us
So everytime I show my teeth
I shine like the sun breaking the game
And niggas 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 niggas 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

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
Niggas'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 niggas 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