Momma Cry Lyrics

I refuse to see my momma cry, That's why I gotta win I refuse to see my momma cry, That's why I gotta

Win Tryna live for God, but I keep falling into

Sin He think he hard, Then I'ma test it, Aim at

his chin Ain't no cappin' in my rap, That's really

How I live I'm tryna get a bag, But this shit hard

cause everybody hate, If it get ugly with the Johnnies, Then go and hop

The gate You could've stabbed me in my back, you did

It to my face The niggas that took food off my plate, then

Already ate This shit get wicked in these streets, So

I stay up out em A lot of fake niggas in my city, So I stay

From round em They always tryna bring me down, But I can't

Let em do it And how you speakin' on my name, But listen

To my music Shit sad, I'm in my bag, so don't you ever

Doubt That when I make it, I'ma be the hottest Nigga out They want me dead, but they can't kill me

I'm still in the south, I gotta make it I remember Sleepin' on the couch, Who these

Niggas want me to be

Anybody else

The ones who told me they was there for me, never helped

Niggas say they wanna see me win, but pray for me to fail

My Glock don't tell nobody stories, it just show and tell

My Glock don't tell nobody stories, it just show and tell

My Glock don't tell nobody stories, it just show and tell

But I refuse to see my mama cry, that's why I gotta win

Tryna live for God, but I keep fallin' into sin

He think he hard, then I'ma test it, aim it at his chin

And ain't no cappin' in my rap, that's really how I live

Tryna get it bag, but this shit hard, cause everybody hate

If it get ugly with the Johnny's, just go hop the gate

You could've stabbed me in my back, you did it to my face

The niggas that took food off my plate, then I already ate

Oh, oh