text: 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, yeah"
  I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition
  Cops askin me these questions, I dont 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 
  Too much money, dont know what its bout 
  We was the first ones out , the hood
  We brought that shit back to the 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 dont wanna mentions names, but some cant even hang
  One thing I learned about this game that its gonna show if you lame 
  Huncho and Pop Smoke, yeah, we turnin the page
  I dont know, but it feel like we go back in the day 
  I put food on the table, niggas wont touch my plate
  Momma let me go outside, but I aint 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 dont 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 aint 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 aint a RICO
  Cant stay out the hood, Im like a magnet to the projects
  Every time I do good, Lord, all the bad shit be followin
  I dont know who be hatin, cause they still shakin hands
  I dont know who be fakin, cause they still shakin hands
  I know everybody smilin in my face aint really my friends
  I know niggas be hollerin like they gang, but really gon bend
  Bussin at the opps, and Im duckin from the cops
  Cause Im still clutchin Glocks, momma
  Im 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 dont 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"