Momma Told Me (feat. J.I.D)

Walkin' round the house searchin' for all the gist to my bullshit

I fightin', findin' how hard it is to fight this sin

Startin' to find the sense when Momma used to say

"Child, when you finish

You better light the candle 'fore you park this bitch"

I light the cartridge, need to spark, the sack to go and get

A jump from mister and missus, who always arguin'

Tossin' up at the thought of 'em

Mention of the offer to sent

From the other one like a curse of someone

When they both plagued, when they both sick, like what you got?

How you get it? They'll lock your ass up for this

If I can't do it you gon' have to beg with, what gon' stop the kids?

Shoulda known not is was here, right round every corner

We was killin' time and picket sign till slumber snuck up on us

(But, but, but) Ain't I blessed though?

(Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh) Ain't I stressed, Lord?

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, free all my vessels, in all context though

In all confines, in all Congo's, in all correctionals

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Say, Momma told me, Momma told me)

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Okay, Momma said, "Go, go"

Pops said, "Hit the ground runnin', get the dough, though"

I put your shit at the door, though

Blood, sweat, tears for the articles

People in four doors, we are in the age of the promo

I been around killas and good **** who live independent

The only difference is the depth of your vision

Some **** never been nowhere, so they sight real limits

In government houses and a bunch of ****

It's the same premise, different day, same pimpin'

Pullin' propaganda out the ceilin', pull a rabbit out ya hat

Pull a bitch, I got a batch

Bullet miss and hit a negro right in his designer cap

I hope them boys find him 'fore we find him

'Cause my **** ain't fine with that

Don Juan, I'm prime with the ensemble, and bomb with the wonton

But the drama is uncommon, but, naw

And it don't take a gun to show that I ain't fuckin' with y'all

I say it every day, but that ain't make it this way, okay, okay, okay

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Say, Momma told me, Momma told me)

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

All my **** talk like yo' cotton pickin' ancestors

That don't make us stupid, we just deeply rooted

Saturday action includes stabbin's and shootin's

Hittin' church with bloody shirt

And mumble through the communion, amen

Hey, man, say, man, way back when we was kids

We used to think we was invincible

Oh, shit, we not, we drop like flies from homicides

Every Thursday, fuck it

I like bitches that know how to make grits right

Take dick like she might do Jiu-Jitsu

Hindu stretches in the mornin'

Pleasure my dick with nighttime privileges when I want it

I'm fiendin', but I don't need it to function

I go dumb, like lockin' keys in the trunk

After the storm, harvest season will come

Watchin' porn while I'm chiefin' a blunt

These rappers corn, but **** eat that shit up

My mama warned me of the evils to come, I should've listened

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Say, Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this

Momma told me, Momma told me

Momma told me it would be like this