YBN Cordae — Momma’s Hood

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Yeah, uh, yeah

Yeah, uh

I was riding through my momma’s hood, rollin’ in Jeep

I ain’t playin’ with you niggas, boy, I’m playin’ for keeps

Fuck you pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak

I ain’t talkin’ too much, I only say what I mean

I bring the whole city out every time that I’m home

How you all about business but don’t be mindin’ your own? (Yeah)

Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna atone, huh

I let that be well known, yeah

Daydreamin’ while I’m schemin’ on a text

Steady plottin’ as I’m thinkin’ on the next (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Confident although I find myself compressed

Overthinking, worrying, I must confess (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)

Even though sometimеs I wish I was exaggerating

And all my problems were just figments of imagination

The smartest nigga who had dropped out, fuck your graduation

I think that shit a fuckin’ scam, somebody had to say it

Caught up in a matrix, shit I had to find a way out

Lost too many niggas, swear this shit is gettin’ played out

Student loan forgiveness, all my debt was finally paid out

Appreciate this shit because the gutter I come straight out

The bottoms of bottoms, to the top of the tops

And that power washing van that I just bought for my pops

I talk to him every now and then, more often than not

We upgraded next time that I drop, but for now

I was riding through my momma’s hood, rollin’ in Jeep

I ain’t playin’ with you niggas, boy, I’m playin’ for keeps

Fuck these pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak

I ain’t talkin’ too much, I only say what I mean

I bring the whole city out every time that I’m home

How you all about business but don’t be mindin’ your own?

Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna atone, huh

I let that be well known, yeah

I heard the cage bird sing and it’s a beautiful sound

And it’d be so much fuckin’ better, dog, if you was around

Why they had to kill my nigga over a few little pounds?

When I got robbed in high school you even flew to the town

Couldn’t really live with him, now I’m livin’ without him

And you was just here with us listenin’ to the new album

Told me that it was a classic, better than my last shit

We used to have hoop dreams and skip all our classes

And now my nigga dead and gone, shed these tears up in this song

Shoulda got ’em out, I right my wrong, real niggas shit what I condone

Every nigga got his flaws, accounts that’s filled with withdrawals

I paint pictures that’s vivid because my feeling so raw

This shit I’m dealing with, uh, is no mistake

That I was put in this position just to open gates

The niggas with the least to offer the most to say

The funeral was too much, I couldn’t show my face, instead

I was riding through my momma’s hood, rollin’ in Jeep

I ain’t playin’ with you niggas, boy, I’m playin’ for keeps

Fuck these pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak

I ain’t talkin’ too much, I only say what I mean

I bring the whole city out every time that I’m home

How you all about business but don’t be mindin’ your own?

Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna atone, huh

I let that be well known, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

This song is dedicated to my dog Juwan Walls

They called him Pit

Who got killed last summer in a shootout

And um, we used to be on the basketball team together, man, me and him

We always used to hoop together

And um, bro was the first one gettin’ money amongst us all, like

He was like fifteen, sixteen years old

And he-he always kept a bankroll on him, and uh

I just miss my dog, man