Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti - Momma lyrics

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Momma, I don't never want to see you struggle

Tired of seeing me bump heads with my big brother

Momma, that's big bruh, you ain't got to worry

We'll die together, kill together, face a buck and jury

Momma, I'm like a father to my little sister

Gotta make sure she do right, momma, she my baby sister

Momma, I'm just living how you taught a nigga

Said I ain't raising no pussies, I got one daughter, nigga

I remember them Feds came and got a nigga

Asked me where you at and I wouldn't talk to niggas

Momma, living room floor with tears in my eyes hearing them say you gon' be gone for a long time, Momma



Shout out my Auntie Janet she a motherf**ker

PeeWee did 10 back out and she still hustling

Erica used to write you letters tell you that she love you

Then we used to drive to visit you up in Kentucky

Like we went from being rich that shit was super ugly

Then my Momma got a job man she selling groceries

Used to have a house in Vegas when we was doing good

And a house behind Elvis now we in the hood

Used to have a Benz now we got a Nissan Sentra

And I can't get a pair of Jordans that's f**king with my mental

I'm just tryna let you visualize what I done been through

And this shit public record nigga you check my credentials

Facts



I switched the family hustle put us back on top

Momma live on 5 acres brother in that drop

Sister she an entrepreneur get her own M's

Feds still watch the family but we don't even see em

I ain't tripping nigga this the art of hustle home

I went from flipping dope to buying houses flipping homes

Momma taught me f**k your losses just keep moving on

If you get caught just never snitch one day you coming home

Momma, gave me the game and for Mother's Day I spent a million and a half for you on Privé

And you the owner I'm a worker this shit yours do what you want to you deserve it

Momma



I grew up around hustlers that turned me to a hustler

Was raised by a woman I watched my Momma hustle

I just want to be a kingpin

Teacher asked me what's my Momma she a queenpin

And this my family tradition

I'm just keeping on my family tradition

We built a legacy

And when I grow up I want to be a kingpin

Teacher asked me what's my Momma she a queenpin
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