Mama's Boy Intro
Real cold, did you check the weather?
At the dinner table and it's set already
Why would I speak about, when they dead already?
Either my arm getting weak or the pen is too heavy
They spent weeks trynna catch me, they couldn't
Swear to God, got them begging the Devil to get me
The chauffeur is waiting, the engine on idle, he tell me to get in
I hop in the whip, and he's bumping The Vault
He ask me "like why ain't you doing no shows?"
I respond, "you know how it goes, well I got a job, I rarely got time
And all the time that I do have, I prefer to be writing new rhymes"
He presses play then we slide
He start asking bout names on the tracks
Like, "who is Alicia, cause I heard the song but give me the facts?"
I tell him to look at the lyrics cause that's where they at
I'm known for the jokes, not known for the cap
He look in the rear view mirror and I'm looking back
Winter's Coming and it's playing The Flu
Bass slaps like an elephant walking on top of the coupe
I been playing the fool
Way before 908 Florence and Poppop would ask how I was doing in school
Way before me and the feelings
I had for these women was something to lose
Way before leaving my home, way before I found it easy to lie
Told everybody I was fine
Really I'm tired from fighting these battles alone
Way before I was admitting my wrongs
Way before I put my soul on a track
And they still wasn't playing my songs
Way before, would call up my mom
And tell her, her sons on the ledge, I been through it all
So hearing her voice on the phone always clear out the fog
He presses play then we slide
He presses play then we slide
He presses play then we slide
Don't tell me I'm dropping too often
I gotta keep my foot on they throat
Winter's here and it's bound to get cold, no no
Don't tell me I'm dropping too often
I gotta keep my foot on they throat
Winter's here and it's bound to get cold
Mama don't worry
Mama don't worry
Mama don't you worry
He presses play then we slide
No no no
The tone your using is all wrong
You do it again
Imma stab you in the eye with a soldering iron
This beat is fire
But it needs more cowbell
At the dinner table and it's set already
Why would I speak about, when they dead already?
Either my arm getting weak or the pen is too heavy
They spent weeks trynna catch me, they couldn't
Swear to God, got them begging the Devil to get me
The chauffeur is waiting, the engine on idle, he tell me to get in
I hop in the whip, and he's bumping The Vault
He ask me "like why ain't you doing no shows?"
I respond, "you know how it goes, well I got a job, I rarely got time
And all the time that I do have, I prefer to be writing new rhymes"
He presses play then we slide
He start asking bout names on the tracks
Like, "who is Alicia, cause I heard the song but give me the facts?"
I tell him to look at the lyrics cause that's where they at
I'm known for the jokes, not known for the cap
He look in the rear view mirror and I'm looking back
Winter's Coming and it's playing The Flu
Bass slaps like an elephant walking on top of the coupe
I been playing the fool
Way before 908 Florence and Poppop would ask how I was doing in school
Way before me and the feelings
I had for these women was something to lose
Way before leaving my home, way before I found it easy to lie
Told everybody I was fine
Really I'm tired from fighting these battles alone
Way before I was admitting my wrongs
Way before I put my soul on a track
And they still wasn't playing my songs
Way before, would call up my mom
And tell her, her sons on the ledge, I been through it all
So hearing her voice on the phone always clear out the fog
He presses play then we slide
He presses play then we slide
He presses play then we slide
Don't tell me I'm dropping too often
I gotta keep my foot on they throat
Winter's here and it's bound to get cold, no no
Don't tell me I'm dropping too often
I gotta keep my foot on they throat
Winter's here and it's bound to get cold
Mama don't worry
Mama don't worry
Mama don't you worry
He presses play then we slide
No no no
The tone your using is all wrong
You do it again
Imma stab you in the eye with a soldering iron
This beat is fire
But it needs more cowbell
Credits
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