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 nigga
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 velour
From piss poor, chinchilla draggin' on the floor
No excuses, and I get it crackin' [?]
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
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' 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 niggas 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