Momma’s Hood Lyrics by Cordae is the latest English song from the album “From a Birds Eye View”. Momma’s Hood lyrics were written by Cordae while the song is produced by Audio Anthem.
Momma’s Hood Song Details:
| Song | Momma’s Hood |
| Album | From a Birds Eye View |
| Singer | Cordae |
| Produce by | Audio Anthem |
| Lyricist | Cordae |
Momma’s Hood Lyrics
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh
I was riding through my momma’s hood, rolling in Jeep
I ain’t playing with you niggas, boy I’m playing for keeps
Fuck you pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain’t talking too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I’m home
How you all about business but don’t be minding your own
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna atone
I let that be well known, yeah
Day dreaming while I’m scheming on a [?]
Steady plotting as I’m thinking on the next (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Confident although I find myself compressed
Overthinking, worrying, I must confess (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Evеn thought sometimes I wish I was exaggеrating
And all my problems were just figments of imagination
The smartest nigga who had dropped out, fuck your graduation
I think that shit a fuckin’ scam, somebody had to say it
Caught up in a matrix, shit I had to find a way out
Lost too many niggas, swear this shit is getting played out
Student loan forgiveness, all my debt was finally paid out
Appreciate this shit because the gutter I come straight out
The bottoms of bottoms, to the top of the tops
And that [?] that I just bought for my pops
I talk to him every now and then, more often than not
We upgraded next time that I drop, but for now…
I was riding through my momma’s hood, rolling in [?]
I ain’t playing with you niggas, boy I’m playing for keeps
Fuck you pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain’t talking too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I’m home
How you all about business but don’t be minding your own
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna atone
I let that be well known, yeah
I heard the cage bird sing and it’s a beautiful sound
And it’d be so much fuckin’ better, dog, if you was around
Why they had to kill my nigga over a few little pounds?
When I got robbed in high school you even flew to the town
Couldn’t really live with him, now I’m living without him
And you was just here with us listening to the new album
Told me that it was a classic, better than my last shit
We used to have hoop dreams and skip all our classes
And now my nigga dead and gone, shed these tears up in this song
[?] I right my wrong, real niggas shit what I condone
Every nigga got his flaws, accounts that’s filled with withdrawals
I paint pictures that’s vivid because my feeling so raw
This shit I’m dealing with, uh, is no mistake
That I was put in this position just to open gates
The niggas with the least to offer the most to say
The funeral was too much, I couldn’t show my face, instead…
I was riding through my momma’s hood, rolling in [?]
I ain’t playing with you niggas, boy I’m playing for keeps
Fuck you pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain’t talking too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I’m home
How you all about business but don’t be minding your own
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna atone
I let that be well known, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This song is dedicated to my dog [?]
They called him Pit
Who got killed last summer in a shootout
And um, we used to be on the basketball team together, man, me and him
We always used to hoop together
And um, bro was the first one gettin’ money amongst us all, like
He was like 15, 16 years old
And he-he always kept a bankroll on him, and uh
I just miss my dog, man