Call Your Mom
Came from humble beginnings
My story begins in the sticks
I grew up a shy little kid prolly thought I was a prick
Bet I wanted to be a rapper by the time I was 6
The way I was living thought I be in jail dead in a ditch
But shit I'm counting up dough like a quarter to four
Momma worried bout me then but she ain't worried no more
Cruising through the Demon City swangin something on chrome
Ready to stomp someone out if they ever threaten my home
I been creepin sun peaking through the window In the truck
Can't sleep it's been though cause these demons keep me up
I gotta eat on my feet still stomping through the mud
Already know what it is, ain't concerned with what it was
I said I woke up early morning started thumbing through these papers
Wanna call my momma up and tell her that we made it
Know that I'm loved but I also know I'm Hated
Praying hope Its good enough to save us
I need a couple extra hundred to fill up my jeans
All that hype and bullshit it don't mean nothing to me
Ain't the normal ain't conforming then you other to me
Other World a bout to take it to another degree
We bout to build something where they ain't never been nothing to See
I been working all my life to just be something to be
And this is it, hope you ready for the switch
Cause Imma pull up in this bitch
Stunting coming from the sticks
She gon throw it like a fit
Ain't no issues, got the money to blow
And we been going we been going but there's plenty to go
And they been looking at me funny it ain't funny no more
Cause we just focused on our shit, you can suck up on this dick now
I said I woke up early morning started thumbing through these papers
Wanna call my momma up and tell her that we made it
Know that I'm loved but I also know I'm Hated
Praying hope Its good enough to save us
Thumbing through these papers
Through the papers
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Na na na also know I'm Hated
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Demon City
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
My story begins in the sticks
I grew up a shy little kid prolly thought I was a prick
Bet I wanted to be a rapper by the time I was 6
The way I was living thought I be in jail dead in a ditch
But shit I'm counting up dough like a quarter to four
Momma worried bout me then but she ain't worried no more
Cruising through the Demon City swangin something on chrome
Ready to stomp someone out if they ever threaten my home
I been creepin sun peaking through the window In the truck
Can't sleep it's been though cause these demons keep me up
I gotta eat on my feet still stomping through the mud
Already know what it is, ain't concerned with what it was
I said I woke up early morning started thumbing through these papers
Wanna call my momma up and tell her that we made it
Know that I'm loved but I also know I'm Hated
Praying hope Its good enough to save us
I need a couple extra hundred to fill up my jeans
All that hype and bullshit it don't mean nothing to me
Ain't the normal ain't conforming then you other to me
Other World a bout to take it to another degree
We bout to build something where they ain't never been nothing to See
I been working all my life to just be something to be
And this is it, hope you ready for the switch
Cause Imma pull up in this bitch
Stunting coming from the sticks
She gon throw it like a fit
Ain't no issues, got the money to blow
And we been going we been going but there's plenty to go
And they been looking at me funny it ain't funny no more
Cause we just focused on our shit, you can suck up on this dick now
I said I woke up early morning started thumbing through these papers
Wanna call my momma up and tell her that we made it
Know that I'm loved but I also know I'm Hated
Praying hope Its good enough to save us
Thumbing through these papers
Through the papers
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Na na na also know I'm Hated
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Demon City
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Tell me that we made it
Credits
Writer(s): Choirboy Dank
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