When My Mama Come Home

I said, when my mama come home... I gotta be gettin' money
Spending too much time on my phone... It's slipping away from me
Spending too much time alone... In isolation
This might be bad for me... This might be good, this might be good
I said, when my mama come home... I gotta be gettin' money
Spending too much time on my phone... It's slipping away from me
Spending too much time alone... In isolation
This might be bad for me... This might be good, this might be good

I said, I only speed when I'm angry, I tend to do 60 in a
60, I be chillin' how a villain in a halloween
Flick be, lookin' like a RIP Nipsey in this
Blue Lacoste, sweaty like I'm runnin' marathons, you could
Look at me as un-American, America is a
Con, I'm writing from the perspective of a bomb
This bread that's in my pocket would fall out of your palm
My Pa passed before his last birthday with the palm trees in the
Window, my memories be long as an extendo
Mufuckas is blessed to be regarded where my spit go
I'm bred where they get bread outside a BP, and a Citgo
So it ain't a stack of hundred dollar bills I'd get impressed for
Sounding like a dimes of the diesel, I got the gas yo
Lookin' like a squeegee boy the same age as my dad bro
And that ain't bout nobody in the city that I live in
That's about them A&Rs lookin' for coochie they ain't gettin
Praying for the streaming numbers you get when you go to prison
I swear to god, you gotta dummy smack em in the noggin
I got the power like nas when he was talking like a gun
But shordy, I swear to God, the boy Luckee the bomb
The notes app in my phone be reading just like a psalm
From dead rats in the alleys in neighborhoods of my mom
To 5 million and counting, and not doing it wrong
With love from out the county, I tell em sound the alarm

I said, when my mama come home... I gotta be gettin' money
Spending too much time on my phone... It's slipping away from me
Spending too much time alone... In isolation
This might be bad for me... This might be good, this might be good
I said, when my mama come home... I gotta be gettin' money
Spending too much time on my phone... It's slipping away from me
Spending too much time alone... In isolation
This might be bad for me... This might be good, this might be good