My momma cried the day I got put on the hood
Never wished for better days
Only wished a nigga would
Never been a pump-faker
That won't do your boy no good
Still shoot it like a free throw
Hammers that the cheat codes get
Daddy threw it off the glass
Like a bank shot, shit
I'm just trying to get the
Money that the bank got
Flip like a monster truck
Banging never disturbed me
That's the only time I see
Niggas balling without a jersey
At apartments we used to loot
Them Poppy niggas'll shoot
Homies taught me 2N's ain't need no friends
I need a black Panamera with the black 2-10's
Told my momma I would make
It, so the story begins, begins
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Muh'f*ckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Muh'f*ckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Tell me, what's the deal
I'm trying to make a mil or somethin'
Tell me how you feel
These haters want to hunt us
So it's cameras in the crib
Cock hammers in the whip
Champagne for the pain
Gram stacked up in the spliff
Blow the back out on the bitch who only
Want you for the dough you got
We know they know you know, but still
We got them hoes up in the spot
Getting hot and bothered
Sinning in the sauna smoke
I put that on my momma
Not a nigga living stopped the show
Promise that we did it way before
We ever heard of rap
Niggas say they shooters
Where your jersey at?
We catch you where we lurking at
Been to Hell and church and back
All in granny Cadillac
Matter-fact, she had that Eldorado
Parked on Colorado
Called us if she had a problem
Cousin Jerry had it rockin'
Back when Common had you tryna to
Read Qu'rans and go to college
But forget about it
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Maf*ckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Maf*ckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
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Performed By: Vince Staples
Language: English
Written by: VINCE STAPLES, MICHAEL PERRETTA, COMPOSER AUTHOR UNKNOWN
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My momma cried the day I got put on the hood
Never wished for better days
Only wished a nigga would
Never been a pump-faker
That won't do your boy no good
Still shoot it like a free throw
Hammers that the cheat codes get
Daddy threw it off the glass
Like a bank shot, shit
I'm just trying to get the
Money that the bank got
Flip like a monster truck
Banging never disturbed me
That's the only time I see
Niggas balling without a jersey
At apartments we used to loot
Them Poppy niggas'll shoot
Homies taught me 2N's ain't need no friends
I need a black Panamera with the black 2-10's
Told my momma I would make
It, so the story begins, begins
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Muh'f*ckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Muh'f*ckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Tell me, what's the deal
I'm trying to make a mil or somethin'
Tell me how you feel
These haters want to hunt us
So it's cameras in the crib
Cock hammers in the whip
Champagne for the pain
Gram stacked up in the spliff
Blow the back out on the bitch who only
Want you for the dough you got
We know they know you know, but still
We got them hoes up in the spot
Getting hot and bothered
Sinning in the sauna smoke
I put that on my momma
Not a nigga living stopped the show
Promise that we did it way before
We ever heard of rap
Niggas say they shooters
Where your jersey at?
We catch you where we lurking at
Been to Hell and church and back
All in granny Cadillac
Matter-fact, she had that Eldorado
Parked on Colorado
Called us if she had a problem
Cousin Jerry had it rockin'
Back when Common had you tryna to
Read Qu'rans and go to college
But forget about it
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Maf*ckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Maf*ckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Never wished for better days
Only wished a nigga would
Never been a pump-faker
That won't do your boy no good
Still shoot it like a free throw
Hammers that the cheat codes get
Daddy threw it off the glass
Like a bank shot, shit
I'm just trying to get the
Money that the bank got
Flip like a monster truck
Banging never disturbed me
That's the only time I see
Niggas balling without a jersey
At apartments we used to loot
Them Poppy niggas'll shoot
Homies taught me 2N's ain't need no friends
I need a black Panamera with the black 2-10's
Told my momma I would make
It, so the story begins, begins
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Muh'f*ckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Muh'f*ckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Tell me, what's the deal
I'm trying to make a mil or somethin'
Tell me how you feel
These haters want to hunt us
So it's cameras in the crib
Cock hammers in the whip
Champagne for the pain
Gram stacked up in the spliff
Blow the back out on the bitch who only
Want you for the dough you got
We know they know you know, but still
We got them hoes up in the spot
Getting hot and bothered
Sinning in the sauna smoke
I put that on my momma
Not a nigga living stopped the show
Promise that we did it way before
We ever heard of rap
Niggas say they shooters
Where your jersey at?
We catch you where we lurking at
Been to Hell and church and back
All in granny Cadillac
Matter-fact, she had that Eldorado
Parked on Colorado
Called us if she had a problem
Cousin Jerry had it rockin'
Back when Common had you tryna to
Read Qu'rans and go to college
But forget about it
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Maf*ckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Maf*ckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Writer: VINCE STAPLES, MICHAEL PERRETTA, COMPOSER AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.