Momma

Momma always told me I won't be basic
Momma always told me that i'd be famous
She said look over your shoulders, they gone be hatin
I'm gone get you out the hood, I'm grindin to make it

I cry sometimes when I see what you going thru
See the pain in your eyes but you say nothing damage you
Keep your emotions inside you won't break down you bulletproof
When you tell me you ok, I wonder if you told the truth

And you be praying for me but I be preying on my oppas
The pain run deep and I can't even see a doctor
Momma I'm sorry for all the pain I caused
And I love that you love me for me and all my flaws

Cause I'm all on streets, for the money I had to chase it
All black interior on the coupe, it's like I'm racist
Red laces, blue faces, imma haitian
I gotta get it, I cannot stay patient

Man I swear this aint no way to live
I been tryna grind hard and get my mom a crib
I'm on my ten toes nigga I could never slip
Thing on my hip nigga I could never slip, no

Cause Momma always told me, I won't be basic
Momma always told me that I'd be famous
She said look over your shoulders, they gone be hatin
I'm gone get you out the hood, I'm grindin' to make it

And we gone make it, we gone make it
For all the rain we gone pop champagne
I'm gone change the game, but won't never change
I'm gone stay the same but they'll my name now

Marble floors on the crib imported
Look at me momma I'm important
Was in toyota's now we in foreigns
Them nights was long now we seeing morning

Momma always told me I won't be basic
Momma always told me that I'd be famous
She said look over your shoulders, they gone be hatin
I'm gone get you out the hood, I'm grindin' to make it