Mama Cry

[Intro: Band
Gang Masoe]
Damn, E, this a classic
Yeah, thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that get your onions fried, hey

[Chorus: Band
Gang Masoe]
Thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that get your onions fried
Money ain't everything, somebody lied
Man, that's the main reason niggas die
They bring them tools, we ain't gotta fly
Man, that's the only way I wanna buy

[Verse 1: Band
Gang Masoe]
I stack it up for bad days, I go so hard for Z (I do)
Love Robin and Auntie Tanya, they had love for me (I swear to God)
Got my OG goin' insane, she know we play for keeps
Can barely visit, I might catch a body on her street
Long story short, niggas told, feds did a sweep
Free my nigga Boogz out the feds, we need him on these streets
For the ones who told, ain't no love for you or your peeps
They talking down, I hope they got it to replace them teeth
Talkin' 'bout me, put my problems in this Texas tea
Or offsets with the ratchet, ain't a Cardi B
Get out of line, this bitch'll spin you like it's R&B
I got somethin' to make you lay down like OMB
If he ain't down to put a skit down, he ain't with me
We get a plate then treat this shit like all you can eat
We bought a K, our OG said, "Be all that you can be"
I put a nigga close to God for that Jesus piece (Money, nigga)

[Chorus: Band
Gang Masoe]
Thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that get your onions fried
Money ain't everything, somebody lied
Man, that's the main reason niggas die
They bring them tools, we ain't gotta fly
Man, that's the only way I wanna buy

[Verse 2: Band
Gang Lonnie Bands]
Ooh, ayy, hit some shit I can't say on the track
Nigga, the feds kickin' doors, I don't know if I'm next, ayy
I'm movin' all these pounds, all this weight on my back
Hard not to kill a nigga and put my face on that
Slide down in that buggy with no plates on that
Nowadays gotta mask up, we can't play like that, hey
'Cause these so-called hitters, they be rats
Streets took the stand, nigga, gave Deek a gnat
If they get me in that room, I'm a bat
Nigga, this shit really the mob, if I tell, I get whacked, ayy
I ain't no killer but all the killers embrace me
I ain't never been a ho and I ain't never been lazy
I love my baby mama even though that bitch crazy
I would've lost my life if I ain't have that baby, ayy
Chanel made me move smart, made me go harder
Shout out my last bitch, that bitch made me cold-hearted, hey