Mama Cry

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Masoe] Damn, E, this a classic Yeah, thought I'd never see my mama cry 'Til the day I heard my daddy died Never speak about a homicide That's the shit that get your onions fried, hey [Chorus: BandGang Masoe] Thought I'd never see my mama cry 'Til the day I heard my daddy died Never speak about a homicide That's the shit that get your onions fried Money ain't everything, somebody lied Man, that's the main reason niggas die They bring them tools, we ain't gotta fly Man, that's the only way I wanna buy [Verse 1: BandGang Masoe] I stack it up for bad days, I go so hard for Z (I do) Love Robin and Auntie Tanya, they had love for me (I swear to God) Got my OG goin' insane, she know we play for keeps Can barely visit, I might catch a body on her street Long story short, niggas told, feds did a sweep Free my nigga Boogz out the feds, we need him on these streets For the ones who told, ain't no love for you or your peeps They talking down, I hope they got it to replace them teeth Talkin' 'bout me, put my problems in this Texas tea Or offsets with the ratchet, ain't a Cardi B Get out of line, this bitch'll spin you like it's R&B I got somethin' to make you lay down like OMB If he ain't down to put a skit down, he ain't with me We get a plate then treat this shit like all you can eat We bought a K, our OG said, "Be all that you can be" I put a nigga close to God for that Jesus piece (Money, nigga) [Chorus: BandGang Masoe] Thought I'd never see my mama cry 'Til the day I heard my daddy died Never speak about a homicide That's the shit that get your onions fried Money ain't everything, somebody lied Man, that's the main reason niggas die They bring them tools, we ain't gotta fly Man, that's the only way I wanna buy [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ooh, ayy, hit some shit I can't say on the track Nigga, the feds kickin' doors, I don't know if I'm next, ayy I'm movin' all these pounds, all this weight on my back Hard not to kill a nigga and put my face on that Slide down in that buggy with no plates on that Nowadays gotta mask up, we can't play like that, hey 'Cause these so-called hitters, they be rats Streets took the stand, nigga, gave Deek a gnat If they get me in that room, I'm a bat Nigga, this shit really the mob, if I tell, I get whacked, ayy I ain't no killer but all the killers embrace me I ain't never been a ho and I ain't never been lazy I love my baby mama even though that bitch crazy I would've lost my life if I ain't have that baby, ayy Chanel made me move smart, made me go harder Shout out my last bitch, that bitch made me cold-hearted, hey