Mama's Purse Songtext

I was tryna buy her love (Oh, oh, oh), but I really made it worse (Oh, oh, oh), put a pricetag on her love
But can't afford how much it's worth (Oh, oh, oh)

Still remember, early mornings, for them Jordans, stealin' out my mama's purse (Oh, oh, oh)
For it's what it's worth, that shit only made it worse

Ever since a little nigga, momma tried her best to keep us fresh
At fourth grade, platinum FUBU, middle school, Rocawear, Mitchell & Ness
The way she got it, my guess was finesse, I really never knew
That she was shopliftin, did it the best, my aunties did it too (Sometimes)
See Macy's ain't like Mrs Jaquelin, 'cause she was always jackin' them (Oh, oh, oh)
Cuttin' them sensors with scissors, switchin' the pricetags on denim
Dealin', she'd steal with her sisters, on point and accurate (Oh, oh, oh)
Used to go home and practice it, they so cold, ain't no catchin' them (Sometimes)

Ever since I could remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Oh, oh, oh)
Jordans, spendin' top dollar (Oh, oh, oh)
Fendi, Gucci, Balenciaga (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
And ever since I made some figures (Oh, oh, oh), I've been splurgin' on my momma (Oh, oh, oh)
And that's the motherfuckin' problem, it don't help her with trauma (It don't help her) They threw my brother in a hearse and he just gave his daughter birth (Oh, oh, oh)
Look at her face and see the hurt (Oh, oh, oh)
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace and Balenciaga purse (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
I was tryna buy her love (Oh, oh, oh), but I really made it worse (Oh, oh, oh), put a pricetag on her love
But can't afford how much it's worth (Oh, oh, oh)

I still remember, uncle Maze, stealin' change from the offering at the church (Oh, oh, oh)
What's even worse, after church, he bought some work

You don't understand, don't get it, my lifestyle, you never live it
Come take a walk inside my tennis, hopefully, you could see my vision
See them crackheads, and them junkies, those my uncles and my aunties
Their habits bad and it's sad, but I look past it 'cause they love me
You see a pimp and prosititute, well, me? I see a happy couple
Sellin' ass for that cash, they think it's a honest hustle
You see them Crip niggas in blue, packin' twos and totin' Rugers
We ain't Blood but I call 'em cuz, they bang Five-Deuce Hoover
Call 'em thugs, you see jackers, shooters, me, I see my brothers
Got love for shopliftin' boosters, 'cause that used to be my mother
Credit fraud, judge scammin', fuck the cops and free my daddy
I could take out mugshots, and make a portrait of the family

Ever since I could remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Oh, oh, oh)
Jordans, spendin' top dollar (Oh, oh, oh)
Fendi, Gucci, Balenciaga (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
And ever since I made some figures (Oh, oh, oh), I've been splurgin' on my momma (Oh, oh, oh)
And that's the motherfuckin' problem, it don't help her with trauma (It don't help her)
They threw my brother in a hearse and he just gave his daughter birth (Oh, oh, oh)
Look at her face and see the hurt (Oh, oh, oh)
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace and Balenciaga purse (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
I was tryna buy her love (Oh, oh, oh), but I really made it worse (Oh, oh, oh), put a pricetag on her love
But can't afford how much it's worth