PhearNone - Lord & Mama (feat. Shayshahn MacPherson Violin) Lyrics

Nobody gave me shit but the lord and my mama
That's why I fear nothing but the lord and my mama
I got your back black 'til we six feet under
Look 'em in the eye 'cause that's real
Nobody gave me shit but the lord and my mama
That's why I fear nothing but the lord and my mama
I got your back black 'til I'm six feet under
Look 'em in the eye 'cause that's real
Ostentato vibrato
PhearNone blends like a mulatto
Starts trends, but never follows
Like bullets, pockets are hollow
Money troubles
Hustle on the double, I got a bubble
Fear none but God through my life's struggle
F*ck with my money, homie it's guaranteed trouble
Your team thinking blitzing, audible lat in the huddle
Just push the gas while I blast like a shuttle
Number one plan's, to get the fam off the humble
Roots runs deep in this concrete jungle
Searching for peace with a mad man struggle
Working these beats like rookie cops in the belly of the beast
Or the gentrified streets of the 79th precinct
Bed Stuy, what up?
BX, what up?
I got the string theory that big bangs in your truck
And I rolls with the planet 'til the lord says enough
Triple threat on the scene of one-dimensional f*cks
Nobody gave me shit but the lord and my mama
That's why I fear nothing but the lord and my mama
I got your back black 'til we're six feet under
Look 'em in the eye 'cause that's real
Nobody gave me shit but the lord and my mama
That's why I fear nothing but the lord and my mama
I got your back black 'til I'm six feet under
Look 'em in the eye 'cause that's real
Real like the 90's with razors behind teeth
(That's real)
Talk shit to USA, wake up to a fleet
(That's real)
Carried drums and costumes with moms every week
Saw a dollar van driver shot dead on a far rock street
(That's real)
Five people living in a two-bedroom suite
(That's real)
Boy meets a bathroom shared with four women see
(That's real)
Mom's busted ass to get my sisters treats
We all made it to college on a single parent salary
Mad niggas getting mad at me
'Cause I'm plotting on salaries
Meeting new girls named Valerie
Making them burn them calories
Reaching up in anatomies
Rivals google my strategy
Carbon copy my patterns B
For the hate, there's no analogy
Feeling more like some flattery
Shit only charge my battery
Down they think they're dragging me
Talking shit to a fan of me
Ray Bans blacked, but I can see
My modus operandi, green
The seven figure negro, 'bout to blaze the hood economy
Nobody gave me shit but the lord and my mama
That's why I fear nothing but the lord and my mama
I got your back black 'til we're six feet under
Look 'em in the eye 'cause that's real
Nobody gave me shit but the lord and my mama
That's why I fear nothing but the lord and my mama
I got your back black 'til I'm six feet under
Look 'em in the eye 'cause that's real
(Violin solo)