Bandz 4 My Mama

(albüm: Live Evil - 2018)

I used to pray for new school clothes
So hungry, a nigga like where did the food go?
So hungry, a nigga like where did the food go?

I know how broke feel and I ain't going back
Sleeping on the floor, you can't relate to that
Roaches in the tub, this ain't the place for that
This lil shit that we eating, we still say grace for that
I just want them bands for my mama
I just ran up racks with my partners
All I want is comma comma comma
Whole gang 'round me, they gon' keep it one hundred

They told me give my money to the preacher for the plate
Shit we barely had a plate, seemed like the preacher straight
Thank god that we ate so we still saying grace
Stomach hurting, should've seen the look on our face
My mama left us in that bando
For that crack so I can't stand 'em
But I still get out here selling
Stay away from fuck niggas who telling
Stay away from fuck niggas who jealous
Nigga try me I'm gon' turn to a felon
Child support, gotta pay every month
Try not to cry by the end of this blunt
None of my niggas didn't switch on me once
You get an eviction, you feel like you done
I had to trap hard to get me some shoes
Had to trap hard to get me some clothes
I got jumped on in school
By the niggas whose parents already had dough
I went and got me a pack and started serving, nigga
That strap 'cause I'm nervous nigga
Ran up that bag, I'm shitting on purpose nigga
I know that you heard me nigga
And I never had a dad
But now that I'm a dad
I be looking at my dad
Like being a dad ain't that bad
Now where was you at?

I know how broke feel and I ain't going back
Sleeping on the floor, you can't relate to that
Roaches in the tub, this ain't the place for that
This lil shit that we eating, we still say grace for that
I just want them bands for my mama
I just ran up racks with my partners
All I want is comma comma comma
Whole gang 'round me, they gon' keep it one hundred

I was sleeping on the floor
Roaches on the stove
Put on two covers
Diamonds really cold
You can eat your cereal next
We gotta share the bowl
Damn there ain't no more Froot Loops
Who ate all the Cheerios?
We ain't even have TV, we was looking at the wall
We ain't even have a phone nigga, ain't nobody we can call
No remote for the DVD nigga, ain't no putting it on pause
Soon as you press play nigga, boy you gotta watch it all
Know they wanna see me fall, wanna see me dead in the ground
Still I'm in the club popping bottles
In the club with the Cartier shades
Me and my niggas, me and my niggas
Gotta look out for my family
I wouldn't do it no different
Know them niggas hated on me
Everybody who was dependent on me told me them to be patient on me
Fuck nigga tried to take me out my gang
Stayed true to myself, loved me, and stayed in my lane

I know how broke feel and I ain't going back
Sleeping on the floor, you can't relate to that
Roaches in the tub, this ain't the place for that
This lil shit that we eating, we still say grace for that
I just want them bands for my mama
I just ran up racks with my partners
All I want is comma comma comma
Whole gang 'round me, they gon' keep it one hundred