Lyrics Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates

My Momma Know

Niggas talk about rap

And it's a business

Niggas talk about hustling

But it's a business

In order to excel in the business

You gotta be business minded

How you survive in the clench when

Don't nobody love you

Grippin on a slip and get to trippin'

It'll snuff you

Death down the block

And it gotta be waiting

Fistfights, shoot outs, high-speed chases

Bitch you ain't gangster

Why he be fakin'

Talkin to them hoes

Why he be hatin'

Out the gate, I'm an ape

And you know I am

Get to bustin', bullet crush him

Like a soda can

Seein empty soda cans

Up and down the sidewalk

Kids running bare feet

Up and down the sidewalk

I'm in that south

Show you what that street like

Gates live that street life

Discreet under street lights

I wanna stop hustlin'

I wanna change over

But right now a nigga aim

On that Range Rover

Lord forgive me for the brains

I done blowed away

Put that on my unborn child

And my throw away

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma don't want me to end

Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma know I'm a killer

Caught up in the struggle

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma don't want me to end

Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma know I'm a killer

Caught up in the struggle

Draw heat to the corner

From the stitching of my jacket pocket

To my shoulders 'round the collar

Of my jacket lining

Whoever thought that the same bitch

Would try to do me

From Harlem Nights, on a Harlem night

Watching movies

We at her crib and she urging me to go inside

After chatting about a balcony and solo live

I guess so but I'm going in with open eyes

A nigga hiding in the closet will be no surprise

We start touching, now I'm licking on her open thigh

Never got a chance to UHH, somebody opened fire

I tried reaching for that tool but the toaster move

You on the floor with no clothes

What you supposed to do

Being set up, seeing what that hoe will do

The triggerman being somebody that's close to you

Naked and you shaking, heart pacing

You could feel it

Praying if the lord let me make it

I'mma kill him

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma don't want me to end

Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma know I'm a killer

Caught up in the struggle

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma don't want me to end

Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma know I'm a killer

Caught up in the struggle

Strength, you supposed to be strong

You posted around him, you 'posed to be on

Questioning yourself, wonder what they want you dead for

Sleeping in your tennis, don't believe in bedclothes

Running in my room, I just took one in my sleeves

(Well nigga what you did to him)

Oh he took one where he sneeze

We'll hook up when you free

Got a hook up on the keys

Frah - go lay the d she be cooking them with ease

Look what I been through

Life ain't nice to me

Big brother kidnapped

Little brother don't write to me

I'm stuck in this driver's seat

Satan is to the right of me

Niggas don't like me

And they wanna take my life from me

I'm in the slum

While niggas fuck my wife to be

She a slut, I ain't trippin'

It's alright with me

Know what it is

And understand what it stand for

Dead game

What the fuck a nigga stand for

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma don't want me to end

Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma know I'm a killer

Caught up in the struggle

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma don't want me to end

Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle

My momma I'm gutter

My momma know I'm a killer

Caught up in the struggle