It's 'Killed or be Killed' and living in New Orleans, you start to live by the 'Survival of The Fittest' mentality. Everyone's trying to make it and be something, but there's only ever room for one person to be on top.
August Alsina, only 19-years...
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My momma told me while I run these streets she can't sleep.
Her phone ring late at night, she think some'n happened to me.
Her nerves so bad right now she can't even watch TV.
She turn her head every time she see a police. She scared to look 'cause it might be me in the back seat.
Whenever she hear about a shootin' her heart skip a beat.
She heard the Feds was in the town, her knees got weak. She know I'm at the house, the only time she at peace.
Her blood pressure through the roof all because of me. Her favorite words is 'Dope ain't the only way to eat'.
She told me other day she hope I don't die in these streets. I just pray to God she don't wipe her hands with me.
I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady.
Shit I'm doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me. Shit killin' me to know I'm runnin my momma crazy..
Letting Plies Running My Momma Crazy play on my phone, I thought on how bad my life turned out.
Shit wasn't supposed to be this way, I lost my brother to these streets and here I was still outchea doing what took his life.
My momma got fed up with my late night pop ins and I didn't blame her. I used to leave some money in her sock drawer and she always had my ass about it.
"Devils money" is what she called, if it wasn't by the books she wanted no parts. She did when Mel used to buy her nice shit for her birthday and Christmas tho.
After losing Mel, it wasn't shit else I cared about. I got in too deep and she couldn't keep up with me anymore so she left.
