Bandz For My Mama

Bandz 4 My Moma (Explicit) - Lil Donald

Lyrics by：Lil Donald

Composed by：Lil Donald

Is boo the beez

I used to pray for new school clothes

So hungry a n***a like where did the food go

So hungry a n***a like where did the food go

I know how broke feel and I ain't going back

Sleeping on the floor you can't relate to that

Roaches in the tub this ain't the place for that

This lil s**t that we eating we still say grace for that

I just want them bands for my mama

I just ran up racks with my partners

All I want is comma comma comma

Whole gang 'round me they gon' keep it one hundred

Yeah hey told me give my money

To the preacher for the plate

S**t we barely had a plate

Seemed like the preacher straight

Thank God that we ate so we still saying grace

Stomach hurting should've seen the look on our face

My mama left us in that bando

For that crack so I can't stand 'em

But I still get out here sellin'

Stay away from f**k n***as who tellin'

Stay away from f**k n***as who jealous

N***a try me I'm gon' turn to a felon

Child support gotta pay every month

Try not to cry by the end of this blunt

None of my n***as didn't switch on me once

You get an eviction you feel like you done

I had to trap hard to get me some shoes

Had to trap hard to get me some clothes

I got jumped on in school

By the n***as whose parents already had dough

I went and got me a pack and started servin' n***a

That strap 'cause I'm nervous n***a

Ran up that bag I'm s**ttin' on purpose n***a

I know that you heard me n***a

And I never had a dad

But now that I'm a dad

I be lookin' at my dad

Like being a dad ain't that bad

Now where was you at

I ain't going back

Sleeping on the floor you can't relate to that

Roaches in the tub this ain't the place for that

This lil s**t that we eating we still say grace for that

I just want them bands for my mama

I just ran up racks with my partners

All I want is comma comma comma

Whole gang 'round me they gon' keep it one hundred

I was sleeping on the floor

Roaches on the stove

Put on two covers

Diamonds really cold

You can eat your cereal next

We gotta share the bowl

D**n there ain't no more froot loops

Who ate all the Cheerios

We ain't even have T V we was lookin' at the wall

We ain't even have a phone n***a ain't nobody we can call

No remote for the D V D n***a

Ain't no puttin' it on pause

Soon as you press play n***a boy you gotta watch it all

Know they wanna see me fall

Wanna see me dead in the ground

Still I'm in the club poppin' bottles

In the club with the Cartier shades

Me and my n***as me and my n***as

Gotta look out for my family

I wouldn't do it no different

Know them n***as hated on me

Everybody who was dependent on me

Told me them to be patient on me

F**k n***a tried to take me out my gang

Stayed true to myself loved me and stayed in my lane

I know how broke feel and I ain't going back

Sleeping on the floor you can't relate to that

Roaches in the tub this ain't the place for that

This lil s**t that we eating we still say grace for that

I just want them bands for my mama

I just ran up racks with my partners

All I want is comma comma comma

Whole gang 'round me they gon' keep it one hundred

Ah ah ah