Maxo Kream – MAMA’S PURSE Lyrics

Maxo Kream MAMA’S PURSE Lyrics, MAMA’S PURSE Lyrics by Maxo Kream

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

Still remember early mornings for them Jordans, stealin’ out my mama purse
For what it’s worth, that shit only made it worse

Every since a little n****, 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
See Macy’s ain’t like miss Jaquelin ’cause she was always jackin’ them
Cuttin’ them sensors with scissors, switchin’ the pricetags on denim
Dealin’, she’d steal with her sisters, on point and accurate
Used to go home and practice it, they so cold, ain’t no catchin’ them

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

I still remember uncle Main stealin’ change from the offering at the church
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 n***** 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 our mugshots and make a portrait of the family

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