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letra de mama don't worry - future

[intro]
ye-yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
atl jacob, atl jacob

[chorus]
mama don’t worry, i got my pistol
i’m gettin’ my dollas, you birthed a real n-gga
told my daddy don’t be sorry, i’m not gon’ blame you
if it weren’t for struggle, my dreams they wouldn’t came true
oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

[verse 1]
i’m downin’ my cup, ain’t relyin’ on love
i broke out the cuffs, and bentley my truck
i golded up galore, came through dripped in valor
i’m p-ss poor, chinchilla draggin’ on the floor
no excuses, and i get it crackin’ [?]
drop, pay it, done, pull it up on the lawn
i’ma get it done from zonе 6 to milan
codeine my lungs like it was dom pérignon
i donе fell the heat from a corner
it ain’t gotta be a casualty, we pourin’ up
i done touched a hundred m’s, i ain’t slowin’ up
i’ma work and put it down ’til i’m throwin’ up
i’ma livin’ sp-ce rocket, b-tch i’m goin’ up there
i done turned into a mogul, self-made millionaire
hear the dope in my vocals, smell the smoke in the air
she’ll prolly never know if i really do care
i can’t let my guard down, i saw n-ggas get clapped
started off local then took it across the map
beautiful mami, snow bunny, sensational
if i consider you familia, i pray for ya
[chorus]
mama don’t worry, i got my pistol
i’m gettin’ my dollas, you birthed a real n-gga
told my daddy don’t be sorry, i’m not gon’ blame you
if it weren’t for struggle, my dreams they wouldn’t came true
oh yeah, oh yeah

[verse 2]
cartier bottles when you spend it like that
seven different models when you win like that
came out the gutter, got it in like that
oh you goin’ fully loaded in the benz like that?
freestyle, no pen, you got it in like that?
mind goin’ a million miles, but i was gettin’ it like that
i’ve been thinkin’ like a n-gga who been in no trap
you could be workin’ like me too, it’s ’bout your petty greed
i done been through some hard times, i’m thinkin’ thoroughly
f-ckin’ a sack up on rodeo, that’s my therapy
i ran my sack up, can’t be thinkin’ momentarily
this for the gutter, this for the thrill, this for the amphetamine
this for my uncle, og d, we livin’ lavishly
i can’t be caught up in no hype, and in no casualties
i’m a self-made boss, i get it like a athlete
i got this motherf-cker c-cked if they come after me

- future

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