Mama chords by Mozzy, Sauce Walka

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Verse 1
D 
G 
Em 
It's so saucy, is this just fantasy?
G 
A 
Oh, I pick my momma's
Em 
soft sauce and pee
A 
D 
I miss you baby, you remind me of Chimney
G 
D 
My momma ain't raised no pussy
Em 
But she ain't raised her son neither I was raised
on the corner with the block bleeders
Dope house class eaters
Christmas time, no Santa Claus
D 
Just robberies for mass people
G 
Black man in a white man's world,
D 
fit like a damn zebra
Em 
The government is liars and cheaters,
D 
the way them hoes treat us
Em 
De  lusions, all them hoes feed us
D 
through fancy cars an d bold speakers
Em 
Why don't you a gorilla and act okay,
D 
you're not Mr. Man speaking
G 
My mama used to leave
me for months,
D 
not just on damn weekends
Em 
Fuck all of my birthdays,
D 
I ain't never had no planned weekend
Em 
Never been to Chuck E. Cheese,
D 
a rat could never touch my cheese
Em 
Nigga, please, the biggest rats
D 
I seen in my hood, put your keys
G 
You ever been starvin' in autumn
D 
and thought about eatin' leaves?
Em 
Nigga, that wasn't baby me,
cause my momma's veins
was pumpin' deep
Head run, got me beggin' for dollars
D 
at the chef run
Em 
Thirteen years old,
D 
the first time my papa caught the best fun
G 
Juvenile, young ass baby,
I already truly wild
Em 
Baby, I had four way
before I even heard of juvenile
Walk up in the apartment,
my momma geekin'
D 
with that goofy smile
Em 
Needle hangin' out her arm,
A 
and I done dusted near this room for miles
G 
D 
Nigga grew up wild, oh yeah
G 
What y 'all know about
D 
never enjoying Mother's Day
Em 
Or  Valentine's at school watching
D 
them mothers give their hugs away
Em 
The only thing I experience is gunshots
D 
and giving drugs away
Em 
Or punches from my uncle
in my pops
D 
or a nigga graduate
G 
Man, the young choices
D 
a nigga  had to make
Em 
The son of a stripper end up pimping,
I ride and clash and fade
Genetic actions gravitate,
D 
I guess it's true what they say
Em 
My  alpha family,
my momma's side of the tree,
D 
I had to scrape
G 
Slappin' K's, first we went to school
for only half a day
Em 
Then we ditched at lunchtime,
always been on front line
Ain't no love for one time, nigga,
one time for the lost souls
See you at the crossroads,
G 
and I fall off while I fall
on what I call on
Momma's sugar habit,
D 
Em 
get your ball on, I   got my own habits
I've been spazzin'
cause my dog gone,
my heart broke
It's fuckin' me up to see my
AD on this Arnold
How I never see Granny again
G 
is givin' me bon -bon
I told her to Lord
I was here cause I was so far gone
Em 
I'm tryna shed light on
the niggas
that been down that dark road
It's only killers in the gauntlet,
D 
too far cold, that nigga heart froze
Em 
Lord knows,
Super Rules, we was drivin',
G 
never had a sports mode
Greg made me from the late 80s,
but I'm straight, baby
Em 
Had a lot on my plate, baby
Thirteen, we was gang bangin',
seen the red body of the white lady
Now it's slightly changed
and I can still smell it
It felt like the whole world stopped
I can hear the whole hood yellin'
Am 
G 
Sit me  in to make you cry
Eb 
D 
If I'm not back together
Eb 
G 
D 
Em 
D 
Em 
If I'm not back together
G 
Em 
you