Momma Tellin' Me (feat. Chain Silva & Korey)

To ease the pain
I rather go through the rain
Ain't speaking out no shame
They throwing dirt on my name
I charge into the game
Real is
Stay in my lane
Real is
Talking down on me but real is what you get

My momma telling me
Its just the devil nobody can do it better
My momma telling me
They ain't your friends they just like the love you give
My momma telling me
Keep it real, you think she know how you feel
Ima pray you get somewhere and live

Lord please
Stay down, no lie, too fly
You can run up but don't get shot
Still trynna make this shit hot
Live day-to-day just to get by
No pressure, that is
My soul will catch up with his
No need to rush through the biz
No need to change up my list
Gonna run it like one day
Just Monday through Sunday
No gun play
No need for acting just leave for clapping
Talking down on me
But real is what you get

My momma telling me
Ima be a star baby
Jordan twenty three
My baby telling me
She scared that Ima crash
Top it out at one o three

To ease the pain
I rather go through the rain
Ain't speaking out no shame
They throwing dirt on my name
I charge into the game
Real is
Stay in my lane
Real is
Talking down on me but real is what you get

My momma telling me
Its just the devil nobody can do it better
My momma telling me
They ain't your friends they just like the love you give
My momma telling me
Keep it real, you think she know how you feel
Ima pray you get somewhere and live

Momma help me please
Can you keep the blisters off my knees
Can you help me stay free?
Before they put me on a shirt that say "free me"
They can't speak to me
'Cause the demons talking to me
I can't sleep
Talk and turn
Toss and turn
Heart feeling like a perm
Slicked and butter
I can't help my mother
I cant feed my kids
Nobody tryna help me do this big
I cant live!
See these niggas act they'll ride for you
But see you bust shots and duck and hide from you
See these days niggas ain't built for all that bullshit
The world should be full of thugs and convicts
I puff blunts 'fore the morning court session
A visit from the lawyer, why the fuck is he stressing?
Court cases, homies on four statements
Thick documents, similar to book pages

To ease the pain
I rather go through the rain
Ain't speaking out no shame
They throwing dirt on my name
I charge into the game
Real is
Stay in my lane
Real is
Talking down on me but real is what you get

My momma telling me
Its just the devil nobody can do it better
My momma telling me
They ain't ya friends they just like the love you give
My momma telling me
Keep it real, you think she know how you feel
Ima pray you get somewhere and live



Credits
Writer(s): Quamaine Jenkins
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