Momma

Do this for my mama aint nobody else
Either imma fuck up commas or end up hell
Im prolly pretty fond of both dont know if you could tell
The way i walk around you thought id never seen a cell
Ive done more than seen a sell bitch i been wit the sells
I need revenge but i cant share it wit nobody else
I lost my brain i spent too much on my designer belt
And now the one that i would trust dont even know the L
She asked me what was goin on it was the love i felt
I never seen the brightest light until i witnessed shells
Possibly poppin at one or all of my problem childs
Wake up alarmed it sound like motherfucking wedding bells

I be choppin up the beat like im on tv
You think im never seein you but are you seein me?
This shit is never what you think, its not reality
I could turn you little world into a tragedy
I made my raps up out of scraps i thought i wouldnt need
Im blasting off ill never fall not back down to my knees
Ive tried so hard its getting farther than it's supposed to be
Treat my robber like my daughter he a bitch to me

Do this shit for my mama aint nobody else
Either imma fuck up commas or end up hell
Im prolly pretty fond of both dont know if you could tell
The way i walk around you thought id never seen a cell
Ive done more than seen a sell bitch i been wit the sells
I need revenge but i cant share it wit nobody else
I lost my brain i spent too much on my designer belt
And now the one that i would trust dont even know the L
She asked me what was goin on it was the love i felt
I never seen the brightest light until i witnessed shells
Possibly poppin at one or all of my problem childs
Wake up alarmed it sound like motherfucking wedding bells



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Campbell
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