Mamma Cry ft. Don Trip Lyrics

Appreciate you don trip for this one

Shout out King John

Yeah, streets make the mommas cry

I say the streets make the mommas cry

Everybody wanna be streetin' till the daddy die

Niggas dead and doin' time behind they fuckin' pride

Don't know how much they killin' they momma inside

I ain't mean to make my momma cry

Before I beg of borrow, I'll hustle for mine

My back against the wall and I gotta survive

I gotta feed my fam, I gotta provide

Yeah, street

Yeah, he screamin' out the want that smoke mamma sittin' at home

Cryin', prayin' for him on the low

His partner gunned down by the week ago

Now he in these streets, he with that heat

He said, ain't no sleepin', bro

Cause every time he close his eyes, he see his partner face

It was his day one from grade one can't take the pain away

Gotta make him feel the pain

This life will never be the same

Smoking weed to maintain

It's weighin' heavy on his brain

Yeah, but it is not enough

Comin' from the slums, it's a body for a body

Got the drop on the opps, so you know he slidin' up

Broad day with the stick

Tupac, he hit him up

Bang

His life gon' be the same

Now he livin' his life up in the chain game

Call home to his momma sayin' things changed

The only thing she do is the same thing

Cry

I say the streets make the mommas cry

Everybody wanna be street until their daddy die

Niggas dead and doin' time behind they fuckin' pride

Don't know how much they killin' their momma inside

I ain't need to make my momma cry

Before I beg or borrow,, I hustle for mine

My back against the wall and I gotta survive

I gotta feed my fam, I gotta provide

I'm just tryna make it back home to all my babies

The greatest feeling I ever known, I wouldn't trade it

I spent my nights in a trap bag in the way in

So I could put milk in the fridge and food on the table

Yeah, I could've found me a better way to go get it

Wasn't the best decision, I'm mad enough to admit it

But, I be lyin' to say I'da done it different

My mind was on a mission and money's my true religion

I'm just tryna protect what I work for

Opportunity not like it came with a search warrant

All them years servin' got me anxious and paranoid

Gotta stay ready for it, I'm strapped and you better know it

I say the streets make the mamas cry

Everybody wanna be streetin' till the day they die

Niggas dead and doin' time behind they fuckin' pride

Don't know how much they killin' they mama inside

I ain't mean to make my mama cry

Before I beg or borrow,, I hustle for mine

My back against the wall and I gotta survive

I gotta feed my fam, I gotta provide