Momma in My Ear Mikkey Halsted (Ft. Pusha T)

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 niggas
Got out the house early, I was a field nigga
Let's be honest, these artists don't paint the real picture
I try to listen but honestly, I don't feel niggas
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 fucking wetter
Still my daddy made me fight them niggas 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 niggas after Nintendo
I know you niggas is pillow
You want to understand Mikkey, it's this simple