Mama Slide lyrics

[Hook] x2
I’m too real
I’m from the gang, even mama slide
I’m too real
In county right by my mama side
I’m too real
Where pops talking bout a homicide
I’m too real
You was in my hood looking traumatized

[Verse 1]
Bang the turf that don’t surprise us
But I bang it in my hood let the 9 bust
Put him in a bag if he tries us
It ain’t where you from it’s where you windup
Compton foo, got em scared of the murder rate
That’s why the little homies ain’t scared of a burner case
They at the mall picking purses
You see me there I got a purse to break
You’s a goddamn liar saying my sh*t don’t slap better
These weirdo rappers thinking they rap better
On the muthaf*cking gang, I don’t think of that ever
I’m thinking bout a thick b*tch, real bag getter
She get sent to ? her feet
Can’t f*ck with no half-steppers
Who’s the freshest lil ese out the trenches with the henchmen?
Real mob ties, you foos are just extensions
That new sh*t, that cool sh*t
Compton water fill a pool with
I’m too sick, I move with gangsters that don’t bullsh*t
Boom, they disappear on some poof sh*t
Do black magic when I pull up with a broom stick
To keep it real with you ese I don’t f*ck with none of y’all
Crying to the big homies I just get the gun involved
Solid lil homie to cut downs made me
Waah-waah-waah lil b*tch I’m from babies