Judah Weston – I’m Sellin Crack Mama (Lyrics & Video)

I’m Sellin Crack Mama – Judah Weston Lyrics

I'm sorry, mama

Please don't be mad at me

But I gotta do what I gotta do

I need money for new shoes for school

And we ain't got it like that right now

Last night we ate sleep

I'm a size ten, these are eight and a half

I don't want us to go through it no more

I'm selling crack, mama

Why so much hate?

Me and D Dubbs caught cases

High-rises and cages, can't see over the gates

My mama's gonna have to face it, my mind is at places

I can't go without the drugs that make me patient

I'm like Max B, I'll kill a white bitch while she's jogging if she's hogging all the hugs

Fifty thousand in my safe, it keeps me safе from selling all the

My mama pops the shit now from whеn she used to ride the bus

I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama

I love Jojo like my daddy's child

KO son would be my nephew if he had a child

would run after a dollar like it had a leash

DayDay would run after the pole if it was out of reach

I'm selling crack, mama

Hah, I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama

I know how it feels to have nobody around to give you love

I used to sit on my bathroom floor and cry when I needed hugs

The more they fucking hate, I'ma give mama, I'm a thug

Huh, yeah, and we used to sell boatloads to the block hoes.Who fell down the wrong path from lack of love and became thot hoes

I swear if I get rich, I'll buy the block, hoe

I swear if I get rich, I'll buy the block

I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama

I'm selling crack, mama