Prophiavelli - On My Momma (feat. Trigg & Koove Y.O.T) Lyrics

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We don't stop til the goal's accomplished
Anything less than that is absolute failure
Prophet
On my momma I'ma ride with the team
On my momma I can show you how them fiends like
On my momma know I'm strapped with them things like
Oou, that's another one, ooh, that's another one
On my momma I'ma ride with the gang
On my momma, boy, you know we not the same thing
On my momma know I'm strapped with them things like
Oou, that's another one, ooh, that's another one
I'm so used to losing, don't know how it feel to win
I put my heart into my music, I'm so blessed to have this gift
I don't expect to be the greatest, I gain respect from all my peers
Looking back on all the problems, plenty nights I shed some tears
First she took away my daughter, took my son and disappeared
Tell me how I'm not a father, but I still take care of my kids
And I still pay all the bills, never argue, never will
Plus I do all that I can and all I can to keep it real
F*ck, I'm never loving them
Low key I just be f*cking and passing them to my cousins
She flip them and keep it thugging, my pockets is over flooded
Don't want it if it ain't muddy, all of my joints be dirty
I'm slidin' around with the 30's, I'm accurate just like Curry
Pussy pink the color curry, it's Hennessy keep me slurry
The molly gon' make me hurry, Percocet make me f*ck
Xanax bars make me nervous
Tell me how the f*ck you telling me that I don't deserve it
All the pain that I'd endured and all these beats that I'd have murdered
My mind is out of this earth, say I'm created from the dirt
Run in circles round the globe and I'm gon' end it with this verse
Before you end up in a hearse and have your whole family hurt
On my momma I'ma ride with the gang
On my momma boy you know we not the same thing
On my momma know I'm strapped with them things
Like oou, this another one, ooh, this another one
Used to sleep at my mama house, then I woke up in a trap
Had no money, had to get it, then I woke up to a pack
Lifestyle so wild, mindset not the one of a child
Shit they bringin' is mild, ballin' on I'm like Strohmeyer
Cause I'm so sick of this shit, Lord in heaven bless me with a gift
I'd abuse it if I didn't use it, strict 9 been a movement
Those my brothers from another mother, we always ride for each other
We always slide for each other, I grind like no other
For years I've been spittin' that heat, why no one acknowledging me
This shit crazy, this shit scary, and this shit is a problem for me
Feel like Batman, all the good I do and get no traction
Dropping fire on every song but barely get reaction
Livin' this life I'm feelin' trapped man, I trap my trap man
Lights and cameras here and this my show, I need that action
Main attraction, fly like Aladdin I need my jasmine
I'm in a lear with no care why I'm goin' on a tear, all black, no Batman
On my momma I'ma ride with the team
On my momma I can show you how them fiends like
On my momma know I'm strapped with them things like
Oou this another one, ooh this another one
On my momma I'ma ride with the gang
On my momma boy you know we not the same thing
On my momma know I'm strapped with them things like
Oou this another one, ooh this another one
We was born in God's image
There is no bounds, there ain't no limits
On my mama nigga
Prophet