My mama tell, mmm
Mmm, mmm, huh
My mama tell me
Be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin'
Talk less and do more
You never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop
You better aim for your target
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition
Cops askin' me these questions
I don't know nothin'
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor
My mama tell me
Be careful, better stay out them projects
Bettеr watch for them haters
You nevеr know who be watchin'
Talk less and do more
You never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop
You better aim for your target, yeah
Stay down out on the Nawf, stay down
Too much money, don't know what it's 'bout
We was the first ones out, out, the hood
We brought that shit back to the house, house
It look good
Inside the mud, inside the rain, no more pain
I had the hundred round drum
Just for shit that look strange
I had to kick through some doors
Just to ice out the chain
We had to fuck a few hoes
Since they claimin' they gang
Jumped off to pull some chains
Doubled back and they came
Huncho hustle mentality
Just like Kobe with rings
I don't wanna mentions names
But some can't even hang
One thing I learned about this game
That it's gonna show if you lame
Show if you lame
Huncho and Pop Smoke, yeah, we turnin' the page
I don't know, but it feel like
We go back in the day
I put food on the table
Niggas won't touch my plate
Momma let me go outside
But I ain't out here tryna play
My mama tell me
Be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin'
Talk less and do more
You never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop
You better aim for your target, yeah
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition
Cops askin' me these questions
I don't know nothin'
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor
My mama tell me
Be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin'
Talk less and do more
You never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop
You better aim for your target, yeah
I might be goin' numb
I ain't show love, then it died within
My mind on so much drugs
I think my sliders tryna slide on me
I bet that none of these rappers
Got more war stories than he do
Every night I pray
That my lil' soldiers keep it zeeko
I just wanna make a lot of money for my people
I just caught a case
But I thank God it ain't a RICO
Can't stay out the hood
I'm like a magnet to the projects
Every time I do good
Lord, all the bad shit be followin'
I don't know who be hatin'
Cause they still shakin' hands
I don't know who be fakin'
Cause they still shakin' hands
I know everybody smilin' in my face
Ain't really my friends
I know niggas be hollerin' like they gang
But really gon' bend
Bussin' at the opps, and I'm duckin' from the cops
Cause I'm still clutchin' Glocks, momma
I'm bussin' at the opps
Cause every time I try to stop
They be playin' with my top, momma
My mama tell me
Be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin'
Talk less and do more
You never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop
You better aim for your target, yeah
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition
Cops askin' me these questions
I don't know nothin'
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor
My mama tell me
Be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin'
Talk less and do more
You never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop
You better aim for your target, yeah