my mama wasn't a sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
my mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
digital scale and money counter
on top of the kitchen counter
right up under the cabinets by the rice and flour
even in the shower i got my thirty-rounder
thirty-shot extended'll give a hater dementia
never know who wanna end ya
could be someone ya kin to
the homie or just a random
when i first cut my teeth in the streets i fell deep in love
with the glitter and glamour
i doubled my profit off a quarter zip of the yola
right then and there i wanted to be a high roller
i was consistent about my chicken when i was out there deliverin'
that nasal candy and turtle
that nostril dust and that herbal
quarterbackin' and flea-flickin'
handin' off packs to my team
my squad and my co-defendants move beans
i promised myself to be that dude no matter what line of work that i choose
people judge a pimp by his shoes
my mama wasn't a sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
my mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
my mama got the game from my daddy
pops learned how to cook up 'caine watchin' my granny
i was the only child in a whole drug family
start off with nose candy
when i say the boy is mines
i probably served your granddaddy
bowls and glad baggies stashin' os in old caddies
narcs search us 'cause we wearin' cartis and our clothes baggy
i had a operation back when you was masturbatin'
now i shop with no debatin'
i was raised around triple beams and triple-gold daytons
all the shit that wasn't cool then is shit these niggas praisin'
i ain't never broke the rules
lyin' like you came from the game
while we from the game lyin' like we rap niggas
my mama wasn't a sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
my mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
my mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't no lame
hustle run all in my veins
ain't a stain on my jacket
i rock carats like a rabbit
so all i know is gettin' commas
made a play right off of counters
get the bag off in an hour
sold it 'fore it's done dryin'
had junkies lined up outside my granny crib
fuckin' with that boy and the girls just like a tranny did
was taught by ogs to do it big before i had a bid
i can't front a nigga shit unless i know where his mammy live
one love to my niggas in the state prison
finally eatin' the fruits of hard labor 'cause i stayed wit' it
i'ma hustle every day wit' it
can tell you all about the shit 'cause i come from the game
my mama wasn't a sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
my mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame