I'm Sorry Momma (feat. Mina Leon)
For everything you do I just want to thank you
From the bottom of my heart and
For everything you say to make me go the right way
I wanna thank you
Yo I was styling in the streets wildin
The opposite of Gilligan I never seen the island
I guess I was lucky the hoes wanna fuck me
So I kept a bad doll on me no Chucky
Shout out to my moms but my grand moms raised me
Used to complain cuz ya boy was so lazy
I figured that if I had a flow that was crazy
That ill do it big and everything would be gravy
That wasn't the case cuz the money wasn't coming in
So I hit the streets real hard being dumb again
Moved in with this nigga ace up Lincoln
Guns in the projects ill leave a nigga stinking
So we started moving work right out of the jects
Started fuckin with these two Spanish bitches from the x
Then he started acting funny like he didn't fuck with me
So I packed it up and told my moms come get me that's real
Momma before you run out of time
I just gotta say a few words to you
Theres some things that's been plaguing my mind
Like all of them times I hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
It was just another phase I was going through
And I'm sorry momma
Now a few years went by my nigga im still rapping
I gotta make the money some how im still trapping
and for the jack boys around im still packing
So try to take what's mine nigga im still clapping
I done played the block for hours I got sour
I rode around in cars with Mebb that's not ours
I done had fights with niggas that's not cowards
I done did the tombs for days and not showered
Come and take a bite if you thinking shit is sweet
Ill have them goons rolling deep hoodied down tented jeeps
It was nights I didn't eat it was nights I couldn't sleep
I was feeling like bosh on the block with the heat
What you know about long ass clips and mag beams
Or spending ten nights in the trap with mad fiends
I felt invincible cuz a nigga had a gun
But I had to calm down cuz a nigga had a son that's real
Momma before you run out of time
I just gotta say a few words to you
There's some things that's been plaguing my mind
Like all of them times I hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
It was just another phase I was going through
And I'm sorry momma
From the bottom of my heart and
For everything you say to make me go the right way
I wanna thank you
Yo I was styling in the streets wildin
The opposite of Gilligan I never seen the island
I guess I was lucky the hoes wanna fuck me
So I kept a bad doll on me no Chucky
Shout out to my moms but my grand moms raised me
Used to complain cuz ya boy was so lazy
I figured that if I had a flow that was crazy
That ill do it big and everything would be gravy
That wasn't the case cuz the money wasn't coming in
So I hit the streets real hard being dumb again
Moved in with this nigga ace up Lincoln
Guns in the projects ill leave a nigga stinking
So we started moving work right out of the jects
Started fuckin with these two Spanish bitches from the x
Then he started acting funny like he didn't fuck with me
So I packed it up and told my moms come get me that's real
Momma before you run out of time
I just gotta say a few words to you
Theres some things that's been plaguing my mind
Like all of them times I hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
It was just another phase I was going through
And I'm sorry momma
Now a few years went by my nigga im still rapping
I gotta make the money some how im still trapping
and for the jack boys around im still packing
So try to take what's mine nigga im still clapping
I done played the block for hours I got sour
I rode around in cars with Mebb that's not ours
I done had fights with niggas that's not cowards
I done did the tombs for days and not showered
Come and take a bite if you thinking shit is sweet
Ill have them goons rolling deep hoodied down tented jeeps
It was nights I didn't eat it was nights I couldn't sleep
I was feeling like bosh on the block with the heat
What you know about long ass clips and mag beams
Or spending ten nights in the trap with mad fiends
I felt invincible cuz a nigga had a gun
But I had to calm down cuz a nigga had a son that's real
Momma before you run out of time
I just gotta say a few words to you
There's some things that's been plaguing my mind
Like all of them times I hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
It was just another phase I was going through
And I'm sorry momma
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Little
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