That’s On My Momma lyrics

Yea, Red Rum
What’s happenin’ brah, trust nobody, we the best

[Hook]
Trust nobody, b*tch, I’m ‘bout that drama
Takin’ over, n*gga, say what you wanna
(n*gga that’s on my momma)
Real ass n*gga, only talk ‘bout commas
Signing off, n*gga, young Obama
(n*gga that’s on my momma)
I done hustled, hit the streets with that product
Went to jail, got indicted, homeboi
(n*gga that’s on my momma)
Gave my life, I done came out the closet
Ain’t no rapper, and I’m more than the hottest
(n*gga that’s on my momma)

[Verse 1]
I’ve never told, I’ve never fold, n*gga never rat
I’m out the game, put in my notice, I ain’t comin’ back
I live my life, my family first, n*gga f*ck a trap
sh*t got so bad, I even started sellin’ my baby crack
Grandma house getting kicked in every year
I hurt that lady, even caught my indictment there
Got to shootin’, cussin’, switches got to fightin’ there
Hot to work a n*gga b*tch, yea p-pushin’ rims
I’m the man, til that n*gga got caught
Came home made me change my thoughts, yea
Either I do it big, or don’t do it at all
It’s hard to do it big behind them walls
And that’s real n*gga
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
ROSS
I look at life differently, show no sympathy
I’m a different breed, mama never christened me
Therefore eventually, hustlin’ consumed mentally
Collect calls from hustlas doin’ a century
She’s hummin on my balls, imitating a symphony
Asked me how long, I told that b*tch, “eventually”
Red rims, red car
Red monkey, I’m a trap star
Red Rum, you better run
I keep that cow tech, ain’t no better gun
She a red bone, she love heels
With the red bottoms, told my life real

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I told my life, I kept it real, and got a check for it
I never quit, follow my dreams, and get respect for it
I be like f*ck a hater, I mean that f*ck a hater
I’m gettin’ money now, b*tch I’ma kill you later
Rob my inspirator
Broke n*gga motivator
Heavy weight a money maker
Ran fast, stay in shaper
Pancake bread baker
Never could keep a job
Man all I know is hard
Trap in whoever yard
Jump out task force
Duckin’ the game cops
Smoke good, slang rocks
b*tch, this the switchspot, yea
Can’t get no realer
Never was no killer
But b*tch I been that n*gga, yea
[Hook]