Mama Neva Understand - Doe Boy

Mama never understand why I’m out here in these streets

Out here hanging with these gangsters

She know killers stay with me

She’ll never understand niggas out here play for keeps

So I gotta keep it on me because I know it ain’t sweet

And my mama always saying

«Boy these niggas ain’t your friends»

But I never understand

I can’t get it through my head

Cause I love my niggas

And my niggas love me

So I’m out here in these streets

And that’s what its gone be

9 years old when I brought that knife to school

Every since that day my mama knew I was a fool

Way back when I used to wear my cousins shoes

Back when 50 cent had made me wanna be a goon

Back when me and mama kept our change in a drawer

Let it add up and take them shits to coin store

All I ever wanted was to be a hood star

Smoking, thinking «how the fuck I get this foreign car?»

Used to couldn’t sleep

I was so turnt on Christmas eve

Woke up Christmas morning

Wasn’t shit under the tree

Ain’t do no complaining and I took that shit like a G

Now she understand why I always was a thief

I was broke and I was poor

I was stealing out the store

Back when me and ma were staying in the (?)

Twelve years old when I first jumped off the porch

I started hanging with them gangsters

That’s when I stopped playing sports

Remember back day

When I used to catch the rapid

At the Windermere

Trying to catch a nigga lacking

Mama used to have to buy my shoes from Mr. Alex

Used to punch on niggas because they parents had them swagging

Swear to squad to tell the truth

And only nothing but the truth

13 drinking 40's in the basement with Young Lou

That was way back when we told Molly don’t shoot

Turned into a fucking goon

Because I want that name too

I was doing drugs with my niggas in the hood

Posted in the hood trying to be like Young Hood

Used to stay with TJ

Damn that boy a good cook

Used to watch him work that stove when I should’ve had a book

14 years old I remember those days

Sleeping in the trap with Bullyman and OG Dane

Fuck with Lil Dough

And he gon' pop a nigga brains

You know what I claim

Bitch I’m Taliban gang

Remember when I used to stay in Lil Will attic

On the block with Poopy posted like a fucking savage

If you looking for us bitch we out here with them cannons

Thugging in these Cleveland Knowles where we standing

Spend that firm up I love them niggas like my blood

Way back when Gutter used to call me son

Way before they ever used to let me touch a gun

They want me to rap

I grab that strap

I’m tryna thug

Better not trust (?)

All that nigga do is scheme

Used to fuck on bitches then I stole that hoe’s keys

Wait until she leave

Go back and get everything

I got what you need

Probably sell it for some weed

Pour a whole pint

Thinking about my old life

Mama moved me out the hood

I went and robbed the whole heights

Everyday I’m on that bus

I’m right back on that Knowles life

You want war

It’s on sight

And you won’t get told twice

I was hitting licks with Goonie doing drills

Remember Goonie caught that body with my steel

Mama kicked me out because she kept on finding steels

Really in the field

Nigga put that shit on Mills

I got caught lackin' before

That’s why I’ll always keep my whodie

Taking out the trash, still had that pole on me

I can’t be a stain

No, I can’t go homie

Still’ll rob a nigga and I got that Roll on me

T rock got that 40

And that’s A-Rod with that chopper

On my son I shot my Glock

Ask my mama how I rock

Call up Murder Man Kev

He be shooting on the opps

And free Chino with that Mac

I told him keep his head high

Free my nigga Baby Shaq

We call him Mr. Red Dot

Free B and Free DJ

I wish he missed that head shot

Rubberband money gang

Nigga free my bandsquad

Cross me and you gon' die

You better not play with Band God

Bitch you know we heartless

You know what my niggas yelling (what up)

I remain a felon

Nah, I never start telling (what up)

Used to tell my mama when I’m free I’m gon' do better

I came home and brought that Mac

Ma, you already knew better

Mama never understand why I’m out here in these streets

Out here hanging with these gangsters

She know killers stay with me

She’ll never understand niggas out here play for keeps

So I gotta keep it on me because I know it ain’t sweet

And my mama always saying

«Boy these niggas ain’t your friends»

But I never understand

I can’t get it through my head

Cause I love my niggas

And my niggas love me

So I’m out here in these streets

And that’s what its gone be