Mama/Show Love (feat. YBN Cordae)

I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose

Leaving 'em hanging, my shit banging

Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming

Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen

(Do-do-do-do-do-do)

I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MC's study

Look up to me, little buddy

Save yo money, don't think about a Beamer

'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a

Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-

Everybody wonder what it be like

Now it what it seem like, now it what it dream like

Go like green light, somethin' what a fiend like

Do it for the drug and we do it for the love

And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip

And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit

Mama, look at me now

Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded

And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich

But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it

Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit

I be coolin', nigga, making stupid figures

But the truth is realer than the fake shit

Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers

I go two gorillas on some Bape shit

Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion

The range and the Porches, the same, but it's gorgeous

Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list

Thank God your daddy never paid for abortion

But sharing clothes, good times, I'ma cherish those

Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows

Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though

I bear the toe, don't dare your soul

Mama, look at me now

Ayy, I'm the one that's where you're from

They get it done, I'm killing them without a gun

Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree

Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money

When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come

I can promise it's depression

That's when you learn your lesson

Thought you was cut out for this, your profession

Go be the best and all of that, nah fuck all of that

No one call him back, yeah, no falling back

Breaking down on stage, break it down the page

Breaking down your age

Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare

Comparing yourself to the world

And you losing yourself to the world

And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans

You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a

Spend all your money on bullshit and drama

Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas

On commas, on commas, on commas

Mama, look at me now

Ay, ay, bitch, get the fuck off my dick

Everybody better, I'ma talk my shit

Put him on my back, then I walk my shit

Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this

I got more plaques than I know what to do with

Believed in myself when nobody else knew it

Goddamn, I been through it

Goddamn, I been through it

You ain't got class, bitch you been truent

I am the truest, no need to ask

Back it up, girl, now back that ass

Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby

And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious

To say I love bitches completely fictitious

'Cause I, I respect women

But let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there

Man, I'm just playing

She flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying

I'm pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man

Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot

Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doing a lot

Why the rap game so scared to show love?

I don't know but I am not

That shit right there, I'm Black Thought

Y'all bring it back to the roots

Yes, I most definitely got the juice

Yes, I got love for the game

Don't do this shit for the fame

It's how we people the same

Don't care what set you claim

Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID

Everybody know I be in the club V.I. p

Psych, not me

Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all

If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call

Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me

'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me

2019 better get that Grammy

Give me my props where props is due

Why everybody wanna come stop you?

Maybe they mad that they not you

When you piece that peace and love

Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you

That's no love, fuck that, show love

Don't buck back like a bitch