[Intro]
We just make champions (Kaydoe Productions)
RGM, n-, no thing, so passionate (Kaydoe Productions)
Leave it to the breeze
Be you, and I'll be me
[Verse 1]
Real hustlers take change, give me penny nickels, huh
When I'm speakin' from the soul, I get sentimental, huh
Niggas think they seen it all, when they seen a little, huh
No school, brodie loadin' up his lead pencil
Baby nine in my pocket, lil compact, huh
Twelve shots, but I bet a nigga back back, huh
Lil niggas sendin' threats, we just laugh at, hm
Too much fraud, I can't even use my CashApp, hm
Niggas try to stop the shine, but ain't shit stoppin'
Baby give me one more chance, like I'm Big Poppa
She gon' wanna give me head, 'cause my shit poppin'
I can't even post the drip, they be fit jockin'
Momma say she see it in me, guess it's still hope
Ain't a killer, but for her, I'll kill for, huh
Seven days off them pills, brodie still woke, huh
How you kick a hundred doors, and you still broke, ugh
[Chorus]
Sorry momma, I was young, know I lie a lot, huh
Got it on me, where I'm from, niggas die a lot, huh
I was young I held it in, couldn't cry a lot
Expensive habit on these shoes, know I buy a lot
Collect call I got from Nast', say his letter sent, huh
Gotta make my momma proud, know she heaven-sent, huh
Nephew askin' for a sip, boy this medicine, huh
Niggas sayin' anything, Max Kellerman, yeah
[Verse 2]
Niggas know that them trenches make champions, huh
Wish my pops was here, just imagine him
All these niggas think I'm Nas, 'cause I'm passin' them
On the shorty killin' eighths, better fashion him
If it ain't fuckin' up the money, what I care for? Huh
When I see my momma smile, that's a rare joy, huh
Got it on me when I ride, I get paranoid
Just put up twenty for a lawyer, I'm prepared for it, yeah
Havin' Rich Porter dreams, I need everything, huh
When your homie really told, that's embarrassing, huh
He couldn't even be a man, he a scary thing, huh
If I'm standin' next to 'Bron, that's a pair of kings, huh
I put my brother in the ground, seem like yesterday
I know my granny lookin' down from a better place
Them 'RIP's and them 'Free's, that shit hella fake
If niggas go against the grain, then it's yellow tape, yeah
[Chorus]
Sorry momma, I was young, know I lie a lot, huh
Got it on me, where I'm from, niggas die a lot, huh
I was young I held it in, couldn't cry a lot
Expensive habit on these shoes, know I buy a lot
Collect call I got from Nast', say his letter sent, huh
Gotta make my momma proud, know she heaven-sent, huh
Nephew askin' for a sip, boy this medicine, huh
Niggas sayin' anything, Max Kellerman, yeah