Tears Of Mama ft. Ghood-Sun & Ten Hawkins Lyrics

Mama think her Angel out here playing it safe

Mama think her Angel out here playing it safe

Mama think her Angel out here playing it safe

Mama think her Angel out here playing it safe

Mama think her Angel out here playing it safe

Mama think her Angel out here playing it safe

Mama think her Angel out here playing it safe

Mama think her Angel out here playing it safe

Round here mama don't know her angel on demon time

All she know is he at the park and he finna slide

But he better be home before dinner time

Watching a sobbing mom thinking I'm glad I ain't got to bury mines

Du du du everybody break fast and get the scrambling

Can't leave a witness, so they toasted the camera man

Three more shots nobody drop they get up outta there

They bust a right, and hit a cut until they were in the clear

Mama's angel looked down it was blood on his stomach

But he ain't feel no pain

So he thought it was nothing

He told them to take him home, so he can go hit the shower

And low while the cops was out prowling

They pulled up, called his name, they thought he was sleep

They hit the lights, blood covered the seats

His favorite rapper was lucci he knew every word

Now he just young fly nigga on the curb

Mama thought her Angel was living perfect

But she ain't know that he fell from grace

Mama never knew he was in trouble

Now she gotta identify his face

Her little boy, was playing grown man games

Inside mama cry, now she gotta feel they pain

Mama thought her Angel was living perfect

Now she got to put him in that grave

Check it, yo, late night past the street lights, old earth crying

While her son is in that trap house, the fiends buying

She can't sleep because of tons of grief, stains on her cheeks

Praying the streets return her son, that was in too deep

Thought shit was sweet pockets filled up, with Js on his feet

His main man started getting jealous

He was playing for keeps

Didn't pay him attention, so caught up in the grind

Shit little did he know, he was running out of time

Mom's still fussing and stressing, but ain't shit helping

On the flip side, his right hand was loading that weapon

Grass too high to see the snake right next to him

When the opportunity was right, he was gonna do him

Then it came, he got that text, like come to the spot

Snuck out his bedroom window

And his heat, he forgot

Made it to the location oblivious to the plot

He was set up, got filled up with five shot, damn!

Mama thought her Angel was living perfect

But she ain't know that he fell from grace

Mama never knew he was in trouble

Now she gotta identify his face

Her little boy, was playing grown man games

Inside mama cry, now she gotta feel they pain

Mama thought her Angel was living perfect

Now she got to put him in that grave