Mums Crib Songtext
von Tiny Boost

(Rich May)

Aah, outside I′m hearing niggas got me dead
I ain't scared going underneath the bed
Nobody knows (nobody)
No bank, I got a hole in the shoe
But laced up my boot tie two knots
I′ve got get it solved

Aah, I make it flip by the gram
Jack's tryna put the cuffs on my hand
I ain't tryna go (I ain′t tryna go)
All I know, get rich and we gonna live (we gonna live)
I did it all at my mama′s crib


My life ain't the same as niggas (ain′t the same as niggas)
So I gotta share my pain with niggas (pain with niggas)
I did forever in a day in prison
Ijumaa I had to pray with killers (pray with killers)
Ah, I can't lie they my favourite niggas
′Cause I was raised on that concrete (concrete)
Treat the trap house like it's on suite (on suite)
Back to back beef it′s been a long week (it's been a long week)
I wasn't tryna take a ride in the wrong street

Yeah, I′m just tryna make it home
Same time a nigga tryna make it off a phone (off of a phone)
Get the work and take it to the road (to the road)
Stand on under car ′til it's cold and it′s high under my toes (ah)
And to make it worse it's going slow (is going slow)
I swear this is the realest shit I never wrote (never wrote)
See my dawg bars a case car he never smoke (he never smoke)
My other dawg got a thirty bar and get the rope (get the rope)
I was deep in them streets dunno how I cope, yeah (yeah)

Outside I′m hearing niggas got me dead (they got me dead)
I ain't scared going underneath the bed
Nobody knows (nobody)
No bank, I got a hole in the shoe
But laced up my boot tie two knots
I′ve got get it solved (get it solved)


Aah, I make it flip by the gram
Jack's tryna put the cuffs on my hand
I ain't tryna go (I ain′t tryna go)
All I know, get rich and we gonna live (we gonna live)
I did it all at my mama′s crib

Yes been in a doggie (ah)
Big magazine no forge these fake niggas rapping my story
Trappin' on my ex per (I am)
Put it on my back no sweatshirt
Never did I come up off my friends backs (never)
Ceilings on ceilings, can′t be on my block 'til at 2020
Put a step into steppin′

Niggas got to respect us (they do)
I was still in when 'em odds was against us
Ain′t none they can tell us (facts)
Brown season teary a lot like cereals
But it's last so temperish it's just material (it is)
It feels good spending thousands on a denim
When your paps ain′t present and your mama is single parent

Wish I knew the roads of fate before I got here (walahi)
Wish I never wasted time when ′em blocks stares (no)
Wish I never learn how to shop food
Wish I took the straight path from being a good youth (I wish)

Outside I'm hearing niggas got me dead
I ain′t scared going underneath the bed (they want me dead)
Nobody knows
No bank, I got a hole in the shoe
But laced up my boot tie two knots
I've got get it solved

Aah, I make it flip by the gram
Jack′s tryna put the cuffs on my hand
I ain't tryna go (I ain′t tryna go)
All I know, get rich and we gonna live (we gonna live)
I did it all at my mama's crib by