Mama
It's so saucy
Oowee
R.I.P Mama Sauce, sauce in P
I miss you baby
You made me a champ, didn't you?
My mama ain't raise no pussy, but she ain't raise her son either
I was raised on the corner with the block bleeders
Dope house glass eaters
Christmas time no santa claus just robberies from mans people
Black man in a white man's world, feel like a damn zebra
The government is lions and cheetahs
The way them hoes treat us
Delusions all them hoes feed us
Through fancy cars and bold speakers
Find out you a gorilla and they gon cage you
Not Vince Mcmahon speaking
My mama used to leave me for months
Not just on damn weekends
Fucked up all of my birthdays I ain't ever had no planned weekend
Never been to Chuck E Cheese
A rat could never touch my cheese
Nigga please
The biggest rats I seen in my hood pushing keys
You ever been starving in Autumn
And thought 'bout eating leaves?
Nigga that was a baby me cause my mama veins was pumping D
Heroin, got me begging for dollars at the Chevron
13 years old the first time my papa caught the best bond
Trooper now, young ass baby all real and truly wild
Baby how I was pourin' born way before I'd done heard of juvenile
Walk up in the apartment my mama geekin' with that goofy smile
Needle hanging out her arm and not a doctor near this room for miles
(Didn't mean you make you cry)
Nigga grew up wild
(If I'm not back again-I'm not back again)
Oowee
What y'all know about never enjoying mother's day?
Or better times at school watching the mothers give they hugs away?
The only thing I experienced was gunshots and giving drugs away
Or punches from my uncle and my pops when a nigga graduate
Man, the young choices a nigga had to make
The son of a stripper end up pimping, alright a clash of fate
Genetic axis gravitate, I guess it's true what they say
My apple fell to my momma's side of the tree I had to scrape
Slap the Ks, first we went to school for only half the days
Then we ditched at lunchtime, always been on frontline
Ain't no love for one time, nigga one time for the lost souls
See you at the crossroad when I fall off, who I fall on, who I call on?
Mama's shook her habit, get your ball on
I got my own habits, I been spazzing coz my dog gone, my heart broke
It's fuckin me up to see my Auntie on this hard dope
How I never see granny again is giving me parvo
I told to the Lord I was in 'cause I was so far gone
(so far gone)
I'm tryna shed light on them niggas that been down that dark road
It's only killers in the car loan, two bar cold, that nigga heart froze
Lord knows them subarus we was driving never had a sports mode
Crack baby from the late 80s but I'm straight baby
Had a lot on my plate baby, 13 we was gang banging
Seen the grey body under white blankets that was life changing
I can still smell it
Felt like the whole world stopped, I can hear the whole hood yelling
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again- I'm not back again
Mama oowooo
Oowooo
Oowooo
Oowooo
Mama
Oowee
R.I.P Mama Sauce, sauce in P
I miss you baby
You made me a champ, didn't you?
My mama ain't raise no pussy, but she ain't raise her son either
I was raised on the corner with the block bleeders
Dope house glass eaters
Christmas time no santa claus just robberies from mans people
Black man in a white man's world, feel like a damn zebra
The government is lions and cheetahs
The way them hoes treat us
Delusions all them hoes feed us
Through fancy cars and bold speakers
Find out you a gorilla and they gon cage you
Not Vince Mcmahon speaking
My mama used to leave me for months
Not just on damn weekends
Fucked up all of my birthdays I ain't ever had no planned weekend
Never been to Chuck E Cheese
A rat could never touch my cheese
Nigga please
The biggest rats I seen in my hood pushing keys
You ever been starving in Autumn
And thought 'bout eating leaves?
Nigga that was a baby me cause my mama veins was pumping D
Heroin, got me begging for dollars at the Chevron
13 years old the first time my papa caught the best bond
Trooper now, young ass baby all real and truly wild
Baby how I was pourin' born way before I'd done heard of juvenile
Walk up in the apartment my mama geekin' with that goofy smile
Needle hanging out her arm and not a doctor near this room for miles
(Didn't mean you make you cry)
Nigga grew up wild
(If I'm not back again-I'm not back again)
Oowee
What y'all know about never enjoying mother's day?
Or better times at school watching the mothers give they hugs away?
The only thing I experienced was gunshots and giving drugs away
Or punches from my uncle and my pops when a nigga graduate
Man, the young choices a nigga had to make
The son of a stripper end up pimping, alright a clash of fate
Genetic axis gravitate, I guess it's true what they say
My apple fell to my momma's side of the tree I had to scrape
Slap the Ks, first we went to school for only half the days
Then we ditched at lunchtime, always been on frontline
Ain't no love for one time, nigga one time for the lost souls
See you at the crossroad when I fall off, who I fall on, who I call on?
Mama's shook her habit, get your ball on
I got my own habits, I been spazzing coz my dog gone, my heart broke
It's fuckin me up to see my Auntie on this hard dope
How I never see granny again is giving me parvo
I told to the Lord I was in 'cause I was so far gone
(so far gone)
I'm tryna shed light on them niggas that been down that dark road
It's only killers in the car loan, two bar cold, that nigga heart froze
Lord knows them subarus we was driving never had a sports mode
Crack baby from the late 80s but I'm straight baby
Had a lot on my plate baby, 13 we was gang banging
Seen the grey body under white blankets that was life changing
I can still smell it
Felt like the whole world stopped, I can hear the whole hood yelling
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again- I'm not back again
Mama oowooo
Oowooo
Oowooo
Oowooo
Mama
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Writer(s): Albertina Walker, Jeremy Ragland, Timothy Patterson
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