Maxo Kream – Mama’s Purse (Audio, Lyrics)

Maxo Kream - Mama's Purse (prod. Diego, Coop The Truth & D. Phelps)

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Maxo Kream Mama's Purse
Maxo Kream Mama’s Purse

Kream has climbed through the hip-hop ranks and in enlisting the likes of Tyler, the Creator, A$AP Rocky and Freddie Gibbs on his new album, WEIGHT OF THE WORLD, the “Drizzy Draco” rapper has never been shy about showing love to his contemporaries in the rap game.

And on “MAMA’S PURSE,” the 14th track on WEIGHT OF THE WORLD, Kream is not shy about showing his love for the ones who came before him.

Interpolating Three Six Mafia’s “Poppin’ My Collar” from the very first line of the song, Kream tells a story of how getting to the money has changed his own life, as well as his mother’s.

Rapping about a young Maxo stealing out of his mother’s purse to buy the latest Jordans, Kream details his efforts to re-pay her with rap money. From rocking FUBU and Mitchell and Ness to Fendi and Balenciaga, the “FRFR” rapper explains that his mother always kept him fresh when he was young, but now, even when he can afford to wear all-designer-everything, that money can’t bring his brother back and that money can’t heal the trauma.

Maxo Kream – Mama’s Purse (prod. Diego, Coop The Truth & D. Phelps)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Let it run out, Joe

[Chorus]
Ever since I could remember, I’ve been poppin’ my collar (Oh, oh, oh)
Jordans, spendin’ top dollar (Oh, oh, oh)
Fendi, Gucci, Balenciaga (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
And ever since I made some figures (Oh, oh, oh), I’ve been splurgin’ on my momma (Oh, oh, oh)
And that’s the motherfuckin’ problem, it don’t help her with her trauma (It don’t help her)
They threw my brother in a hearse and he just gave his daughter birth (Oh, oh, oh)
Look at her face and see the hurt (Oh, oh, oh)
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace, and Balenciaga purse (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
I was tryna buy her love (Oh, oh, oh), but I really made it worse (Oh, oh, oh)
Put a pricetag on her love but can’t afford how much it’s worth (Oh, oh, oh)

[Post-Chorus]
Still remember early mornings for them Jordans, stealin’ out my mama’s purse (Oh, oh, oh)
For it’s what it’s worth, that shit only made it worse

[Verse 1]
Every since a little nigga, momma tried her best to keep us fresh
At fourth grade, platinum FUBU, middle school, Rocawear, Mitchell Ness
The way she got it, my guess was finesse, I really never knew
That she was shopliftin, did it the best, my aunties did it too (Sometimes)
See Macy’s ain’t like Mrs Jaquelin ’cause she was always jackin’ them (Oh, oh, oh)
Cuttin’ them sensors with scissors, switchin’ the pricetags on denim
Dealin’, she’d steal with her sisters, on point and accurate (Oh, oh, oh)
Used to go home and practice it, they so cold, ain’t no catchin’ them (Sometimes)

[Chorus]
Ever since I could remember, I’ve been poppin’ my collar (Oh, oh, oh)
Jordans, spendin’ top dollar (Oh, oh, oh)
Fendi, Gucci, Balenciaga (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
And ever since I made some figures (Oh, oh, oh), I’ve been splurgin’ on my momma (Oh, oh, oh)
And that’s the motherfuckin’ problem, it don’t help her with her trauma (It don’t help her)
They threw my brother in a hearse and he just gave his daughter birth (Oh, oh, oh)
Look at her face and see the hurt (Oh, oh, oh)
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace, and Balenciaga purse (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
I was tryna buy her love (Oh, oh, oh), but I really made it worse (Oh, oh, oh)
Put a pricetag on her love but can’t afford how much it’s worth (Oh, oh, oh)

[Post-Chorus]
I still remember uncle Main stealin’ change from the offering at the church (Oh, oh, oh)
What’s even worse, after church, he bought some work

[Verse 2]
You don’t understand, don’t get it, my lifestyle, you never live it
Come take a walk inside my tennis, hopefully you could see my vision
See them crackheads and them junkies, those my uncles and my aunties
Their habits bad and it’s sad, but I look past it ’cause they love me
You see a pimp and prosititute, well, me? I see a happy couple
Sellin’ ass for that cash, they think it’s a honest hustle
You see them Crip niggas in blue, packin’ twos and totin’ Rugers
We ain’t Blood but I call ’em cuz, they bang Five-Deuce Hoover
Call ’em thugs, you see jackers, shooters, me, I see my brothers
Got love for shopliftin’ boosters ’cause that used to be my mother
Credit fraud, judge scammin’, fuck the cops and free my daddy
I could take our mugshots and make a portrait of the family

[Chorus]
Ever since I could remember, I’ve been poppin’ my collar (Oh, oh, oh)
Jordans, spendin’ top dollar (Oh, oh, oh)
Fendi, Gucci, Balenciaga (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
And ever since I made some figures (Oh, oh, oh), I’ve been splurgin’ on my momma (Oh, oh, oh)
And that’s the motherfuckin’ problem, it don’t help her with her trauma (It don’t help her)
They threw my brother in a hearse and he just gave his daughter birth (Oh, oh, oh)
Look at her face and see the hurt (Oh, oh, oh)
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace, and Balenciaga purse (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
I was tryna buy her love (Oh, oh, oh), but I really made it worse (Oh, oh, oh)
Put a pricetag on her love but can’t afford how much it’s worth

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