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Pusha T

"Momma in My Ear"

Young Chop on the beat

[Hook]
Yeah, momma on my mind
I got momma in my ear, my woman on my back
Gotta get this cheese to get up out this trap
Taking penitentiary chances, playing Russian Roulette
Ducking out police, trying to cheat the angel of death

[Verse 1: Mikkey Halsted]
I learned the cheat code from real n*ggas
Got out the house early, I was a field n*gga
Let's be honest, these artists don't paint the real picture
I try to listen but honestly, I don't feel n*ggas
I was Polo, Nautica, Hilfiger
Been fresh to death, therefore we spill liquor
You dummies don't even get it, do you
Rapping my life, you suckas don't even live it, do you
From where pussies get f*cking wetter
Still my daddy made me fight them n*ggas head up'
I dig the knowledge, I hope these cowawrds is read up
Funerals get expensive, I hope that you got your bread up
Go ahead and jump out that window
I stopped playing with n*ggas after Nintendo
I know you n*ggas is pillow
You want to understand Mikkey, it's this simple

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mikkey Halsted]
Bury so many family I'm feeling numb
So many homies, it hurts even worse when they young
Sometimes I ain't proud of where I'm from
I wonder if momma's proud of what I've become
She say she is but I know that she wanted more from me
Know that God got something special in store for me
See, the journey just made me more hungry
I'm not b*tch, need no man to open the door for me
I wish daddy could see me, my granny could feed me
Her famous lemon cake, wish scarface never plugged G.D
And my cousin Cee-lo Reed was here to hear my CD
I gotta step up in his daughter's life, I know she needs me
Chasing Lamborghinis, I'm merciless
Overdo it, every line is superfluous
Chicago the place that birthed this sh*t
But we claim the whole universe as our turf

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Yech, I can't escape the slander
The irony of "I escaped the slammer"
Guess I'm Houdini in that motherf*cking manor
Local authorities can't oppress my grandeur
They see me three ways, MTV with the VJs
Any mag cover or TSA in my PJ
Whoo, I fly 'em every so often
When I die, Maserati rig the coffin
Thirteen millionaires on the run to Boston
Call spades by the racist ass Massachusetts officers
Digest, put it together n*ggas
Ha, I was simply being clever, n*ggas
Lucky for you, this ain't my sole endeavor, n*gga
Or you'd be calling me Hov or even better, n*gga
Whoo, notorious Push
It's only so long that the gods overlooked one

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