[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, my mama made a hustler, for that alone, I'm grateful
Then gave me to the streets, so y'all owe her a thank you
That's real shit, my relationship with my mom was different
I sold drugs for her in school, me and my mom did business
It's harsh, she threw me to the sharks and knew the consequences
But she knew I was street, that lady knew my heart was in it
Stuck by my side the day the FBI caught me slippin'
'Cause you know the ones that go the most hard be women
I used to watch her late dope boy stash in the house
I felt like one when I brought my first half in the house
I took that and broke it down to a fraction amount
Gave her loot she used to put food back in her mouth
The good, bad, and the illegal, those the traits we inherit
Word to God, the look on your seen face gon' be a mirror
Yeah, you probably see yourself when you look at your kids
I turned out to be a hustler, Ma, look what you did, let's go
[Chorus: Che Noir & 38 Spesh]
Mama gave you tools as a fetal
Mama taught you how to bring food to your people
Mama taught you how to pray and get the root of all evil
And if it all falls apart, then I'm your glue in your needle
Mama taught you how to stack and never spend what you need
Crack baby, God's greatest gift to a fiend
Mama gave you all the jewels, from a pencil, you bleed (That's right)
A Black queen sacrificed to raise a prince to a king
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, huh, let's take it back 'round '85
Pops had a family and a lady on the side
Guess who got pregnant? The lady on the side
Guess what that made me? The baby he denied
Now, Moms workin' a double shifts, crazy from her job
And Pops never claimed me, maybe it's his pride
But a man is a man from the way that he provides
Huh, only thing that man gave me was his eyes
Now, Moms was sufferin', government checks
Pops hustlin', sendin' weed to my mother address
I ain't know, and he ain't know that his son'd be Spesh
Thought that I'd be a loser, but I grew to be next
And it's similar 'cause I got babies by my hoes now
And I'm rich from the bricks that they drove down
I'm the man in my hometown
I'm a hustler and you underestimated your own child, huh
[Chorus: Che Noir]
Mama gave you tools as a fetal
Mama taught you how to bring food to your people
Mama taught you how to pray and get the root of all evil
And if it all falls apart, then I'm your glue in your needle
Mama taught you how to stack and never spend what you need
Crack baby, God's greatest gift to a fiend
Mama gave you all the jewels, from a pencil, you bleed
A Black queen sacrificed to raise a prince to a king
