Fucking Mama’s Boy

What’s your fucking problem, you can’t fucking talk, you can’t fucking walk,

All you can do is fucking stalk.

Mama’s boys in the basement, geekin’ on they motherfucking phone,

Actin’ like a G, but they scared to hold they own.

Click-clack from a distance, keyboard hit like a motherfucking gat,

Plotting on the low, but they ain’t never spat.

Heart cold like a block in the dead of the motherfucking night,

Sprayin’ hate silent, duckin’ real motherfucking fight.

Talk big in the chat, but duck when it’s motherfucking face-to-face,

Hiding in they mama crib, ain’t got no motherfucking trace.

Fake hustlers flexin’, they cap every motherfucking line,

We grind in the trenches, see the whole motherfucking design.

They wanna see you fold, hope you trip on the motherfucking grind,

Waitin’ from afar, tryna snatch what’s motherfucking mine.

We peep through the smoke, see the fakes in motherfucking disguise,

Cowards stay creepin’, while real motherfuckers rise.

We don’t hide, we don’t fall back,

Keep our heads up while they attack.

From the block to the rooftops, we gon’ stay true,

A better life’s out there, we gon’ push through.

Chorus

Ain’t no fear in my veins, I keep it 100,

While these motherfuckers plotting, we stay grounded.

From the street to the heavens, gotta rise above,

Cowards talkin’ shit, but we push with love.

Distance don’t save you, truth gon’ expose,

All that hate and venom, everybody knows.

Step up or shut up, we don’t play pretend,

Real ones win, fake ones meet their end.

Look at these motherfuckers, hidin’ in the dark like rats,

Tryna hit you sideways, sneak attacks and chats.

Mama’s boys still trapped, basement kings with no crown, fucking man with no town,

Talkin’ reckless online, but they won’t come around, real G’s no cap ,will knock you the fuck down.

We see ‘em plotting, scheming while those hands shaking,

Fear runnin’ through there heart, there mind, every step they taking.

Spray that bullshit silent, hoping we slip,

But we locked in the grind, never lose grip.

Call shots in they circle, but duck if we approach,

Weak-ass motherfuckers, need to get the hell out of Dodge, 6 o’clock new body afloat.

Real ones in the streets, heart strong, mind clear, no fear

Cowards talk loud, mama know the street, only a matter of time baby boy disappear.

We don’t hide, we don’t fall back,

Keep our heads up while they attack.

From the block to the rooftops, we gon’ stay true,

A better life’s out there, we gon’ push through.

Ain’t no fear in my veins, I keep it 100,

While these motherfuckers plotting, we stay grounded.

From the street to the heavens, gotta rise above,

Cowards talkin’ shit, but we push with love.

Ain’t no fear in my veins, I keep it 100,

While these motherfuckers plotting, we stay grounded.

From the street to the heavens, gotta rise above,

Cowards talkin’ shit, but we push with love.