Mama
Popping these pills with a lack of prescription
Drugs that I'm mixing
Call me a star and I fit the description
Yeah, I do rich shit
Call from my mama, she thought I would miss it
I wouldn't miss it
Remember them days, we was getting evicted
Mom in the kitchen
Crying and shit while she doing the dishes
Then givin me kisses
Ten missed calls, I'm burning these bridges
I still didn't visit
How could I see all the weight that you carried?
The feelings you buried
How could I see all the weight that you carried?
The feelings you buried
Mama
I'm really gonna be somebody
Mama
I'm really gonna be somebody
Hop out the challenger, in a new whip
Got a new passion, i'm flippin the script
Golden medallion, i drip out the drip
Cope with my problems, like bitch after bitch
I got a bad bitch, she got her fiends
Just like I'm curry, I'm hittin' all three
She think I'm troubled and I disagree
Then I go dropping these pills in my lean
Popping these pills with a lack of prescription
Drugs that I'm mixing
Call me a star and I fit the description
Yeah, I do rich shit
Call from my mama, she thought I would miss it
I wouldn't miss it
Remember them days, we was getting evicted
Mom in the kitchen
Crying and shit while she doing the dishes
Then givin me kisses
Ten missed calls, I'm burning these bridges
I still didn't visit
How could I see all the weight that you carried?
The feelings you buried
How could I see all the weight that you carried?
The feelings you buried
Drugs that I'm mixing
Call me a star and I fit the description
Yeah, I do rich shit
Call from my mama, she thought I would miss it
I wouldn't miss it
Remember them days, we was getting evicted
Mom in the kitchen
Crying and shit while she doing the dishes
Then givin me kisses
Ten missed calls, I'm burning these bridges
I still didn't visit
How could I see all the weight that you carried?
The feelings you buried
How could I see all the weight that you carried?
The feelings you buried
Mama
I'm really gonna be somebody
Mama
I'm really gonna be somebody
Hop out the challenger, in a new whip
Got a new passion, i'm flippin the script
Golden medallion, i drip out the drip
Cope with my problems, like bitch after bitch
I got a bad bitch, she got her fiends
Just like I'm curry, I'm hittin' all three
She think I'm troubled and I disagree
Then I go dropping these pills in my lean
Popping these pills with a lack of prescription
Drugs that I'm mixing
Call me a star and I fit the description
Yeah, I do rich shit
Call from my mama, she thought I would miss it
I wouldn't miss it
Remember them days, we was getting evicted
Mom in the kitchen
Crying and shit while she doing the dishes
Then givin me kisses
Ten missed calls, I'm burning these bridges
I still didn't visit
How could I see all the weight that you carried?
The feelings you buried
How could I see all the weight that you carried?
The feelings you buried
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Writer(s): Archer Hicks Andrade-johnson
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