[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus]
Mama, don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real n***a
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'd my truck
I golded up galore, came through dripped in velour
From piss-poor, chinchilla draggin' on the floor
No excuses and I get it crackin' dusk of dawn
Drophead don, pull it up on the lawn
I'ma get it donе from Zone 6 to Milan
Codeine my lungs likе it was Dom Pérignon
I done felt the heat from the corner
It ain't gotta be a casualty, we pourin' up, uh
I done touched a hundred M's, I ain't slowin' up, yeah
I'ma work and put it down 'til I'm throwin' up, yeah
I'ma livin' space rocket, bitch, 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, that's how n***as get clapped
Started off local then took it across the map
Beautiful mami, snowbunny, sensational
If I consider you família, I pray for ya
[Chorus]
Mama, don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real n***a
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 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***a who been in 'em traps
You could be workin' like me too, it's 'bout your pedigree
I done been through some hard times, I'm thinkin' thoroughly
Fuckin' 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 trill, 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 motherfucker cocked if they come after me

[Chorus]
Mama, don't worry, I got my pistol
I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real n***a
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