Let it run out, Joe
Ever since I could remember, I've been poppin' my collar
Jordans, spendin' top dollar
Fendi, Gucci, 'Lenciaga
And ever since I made some figures, I've been splurgin' on my momma
And that's the motherfuckin' problem
It don't help her with trauma (It don't help her)
They threw my brother in a hearse and he just gave his daughter birth
Look at her face and see the hurt
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace and Balenciaga purse
I was tryna buy her love, but I really made it worse
Put a price tag on her love, but can't afford how much it's worth
Still remember, early mornings, for them Jordans, stealin' out my mama's purse
For what it's worth, that shit only made it worse
Ever since a little nigga, momma tried her best to keep us fresh
At fourth grade, platinum FUBU, middle school, Rocawear, Mitchell & Ness
The way she got it, my guess was finesse, I really never knew
That she was shopliftin', did it the best, my aunties did it too
See Macy's ain't like Mrs Jaquelin, 'cause she was always jackin' them
Cuttin' them sensors with scissors, switchin' the pricetags on denim
Dealin', she'd steal with her sisters, on point and accurate
Used to go home and practice it, they so cold, ain't no catchin' them
Ever since I could remember, I've been poppin' my collar
Jordans, spendin' top dollar
Fendi, Gucci, 'Lenciaga
And ever since I made some figures, I've been splurgin' on my momma
And that's the motherfuckin' problem
It don't help her with trauma (It don't help her)
They threw my brother in a hearse and he just gave his daughter birth
Look at her face and see the hurt
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace and Balenciaga purse
I was tryna buy her love, but I really made it worse
Put a price tag on her love, but can't afford how much it's worth
I still remember, uncle Maze, stealin' change from the offering at the church
What's even worse, after church, he bought some work
You don't understand, don't get it, my lifestyle, you never live it
Come take a walk inside my tennis, hopefully, you could see my vision
See them crackheads, and them junkies, those my uncles and my aunties
Their habits bad and it's sad, but I look past it 'cause they love me
You see a pimp and prostitute, well, me? I see a happy couple
Sellin' ass for that cash, they think it's a honest hustle
You see them Crip niggas in blue, packin' twos and totin' Rugers
We ain't Blood but I call 'em cuz, they bang Five-Deuce Hoover
Call 'em thugs, you see jackers, shooters, me, I see my brothers
Got love for shopliftin' boosters, 'cause that used to be my mother
Credit fraud, judge scammin', fuck the cops and free my daddy
I could take out mugshots, and make a portrait of the family
Ever since I could remember, I've been poppin' my collar
Jordans, spendin' top dollar
Fendi, Gucci, 'Lenciaga
And ever since I made some figures, I've been splurgin' on my momma
And that's the motherfuckin' problem
It don't help her with trauma (It don't help her)
They threw my brother in a hearse and he just gave his daughter birth
Look at her face and see the hurt
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace and Balenciaga purse
I was tryna buy her love, but I really made it worse
Put a price tag on her love, but can't afford how much it's worth
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MAMA'S PURSE - Maxo Kream
