Cuzzo. - MOMMA'S OLDEST Lyrics

Ion even want to talk no more
She made my heart go cold as a bitch
Time to move on my dear
I know my heart still full of some fear
It's hard to forget these things
I'm tryna forgive
I'm tryna live
I gotta let you go
I gotta find the ones that know
We've done this time and time and time again
Tryna move on and forget
Write my wrongs and pay my debts
Maybe I'm still scared of death
My momma's oldest son I am
Tryna lead my team, my fam
Tryna fill my plate and eat
Gotta lot for us to see
I chose the path I'm on I swear
Tryna make my way for myself
Tryna make some M's
Tryna run my commas up
Momma told me worry bout my wealth
Didn't need a handout I needed help
Nobody round me to come and reach out
Like who remain faithful?
Can't complain about a plate full
When I prayed to eat
Been stood on my feet, ten toes
Lil' ass jit stay real on his own
They done pissed me off
It'll put me in my zone
Just give it some time, they'll study these flows
Tryna get me dimes
I ain't talkin' bout hoes
Tryna put on for the bros that's gone
Ain't talkin' bout rolls when I'm tryna go ghost
My feelings feel better when they in a song
C'mon keep this goin
I'm tryna count these bands up
Takin' this beat for ransom
I just be droppin' my shit then going ghost like I'm whipping the Phantom
Ballin' hard like an And One
You boys is broke you ain't had none
You been lame, has been
Still a bitch that just copped him a handgun
Like who gon' look out for me
Nothing to somethin' like alchemy
This bangin' like pots and pans
I promise you gon' hear it up the street
If you f*ckin' with Cuzzo
I promise you still ain't heard none from me
You gotta let me be
Ayy, Double 002
C-U-double Z-O in the coupe
He get you boom
I let my feelings pour out in the booth
The hunger won't leave with just one plate of food
I prayed to feed, so I'm not complaining
When I got lots on my plate to eat
I gotta lead
I gotta win for the fam, the team
Planting the seed
Planting the seed
For the family, the team
I gotta eat
You gotta let me be