Momma Told Me

Walking round the house searching for all the just to my bullshit

I'm finally finding how hard it is to fight the sin

Starting to find a sense, when momma used to say child when you finish you better light a candle 'fore you park this bitch

I light the cartridge, need to spark the sack to go and get a jump from Mister and Misses who alwayys arugin'

Tossing up at the thought of them

Mention of the offer to send from the other one like a curse or something when they both plagued, when they both sick like what you got?

How you get it? They'll lock yo ass up for this

If I can't do it, you gon have to beg with what gon starve the kids

Shoulda known our is was here

Right round every corner

We was killing time and picket signs til slumber snuck up on us but, but, but

Ain't I blessed though

And I'm stressed lord

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Free all my vessels

In all context, though

In all confines, In all Congos, In all correctionals

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Okay mama said go go

Pops said hit the ground running, get the dough, though I put your shit at the door, though

Blood, sweat, tears for the articles

People in four doors

We are in the age of the promo

I been around killas and good niggas who live independent

The only difference is the depth of your vision

Some niggas never been nowhere so they sight real limits and government house and a bunch of niggas

It's the same premise, different day, same pimpin

Pull a propaganda out the ceiling, pull a rabbit out ya hat

Pull a bitch, I got a batch

Bullet miss and hit a negro hit right in his designer cap

I hope them boys find him 'fore we find him cause my niggas ain't fine with that

Don Juan, I'm prime with the ensemble and bomb at the wonton but the drama is uncommon but nah

And it don't take a gun to show that I ain't fucking with y'all

I say it everyday but that ain't make it this way

Ok, ok, ok

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

All my niggas talk like yo cotton picking ancestors

That don't make us stupid, we just deeply rooted

Saturday action includes stabbing and shooting, hit the church with bloody shirt and mumble through the Communion

Amen

Hey man

Say man

Way back

When we

Was kids

We used

To think

We was

Invincible

Oh shit we not

We drop like flies

From homicides every Thursday

Fuck it

I like bitches that know how to make grits right

Take dick like she might do Jiu-Jitsu, Hindu stretches in the morning

Pleasure my dick with nighttime privileges when I want it

I'm fiending but I don't need it to function

I go dumb like locking keys in the trunk

After the storm, harvest season will come

Watching porn while I'm chiefing a blunt

These rappers corn but niggas eat that shit up

My momma warned me of the evils to come

I should've listened

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me

Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this