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Rich The Kid & YoungBoy - Sorry Momma (ft. Rod Wave) INSTRUMENTAL
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Brayon S. Nelson
Brayon S. Nelson
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mook
Mook
Producer
CashMoney AP
CashMoney AP
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm sorry, momma, but this money, that's what made a ****
Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' chase a ****
Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a ****
We different breeds, so I can see that's why they hate a ****
My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish
I wish you was here, everyday I'm stuntin'
I wish I could show how we came from nothin'
[Verse 2]
I'm sorry momma, know this money here done made a ****
Now I got all these goddamn hundreds, still can't change a ****
Back then, they said I wasn't shit, now they want take a picture
I was tryna save the money for some blunt and Swishers
I was tryna make a fifty, turned it to a milli
They ain't think I was gon' make it, but them **** silly
Damn, I wish I could have brought all of my brothers with me
When we was tryna pay the bills, you wasn't starvin' with me
But I done ran the money up, I bought a Benz for mama
These hundreds might drive me insane, all these damn commas
Gotta watch my back and keep these fuckin' heater on me
Got my neck and wrist a freezer, better not creep up on me
[Verse 3]
I'm sorry, momma, but this money, that's what made a ****
Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' chase a ****
Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a ****
We different breeds, so I can see that's why they hate a ****
My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish
I wish you was here, everyday I'm stuntin'
I wish I could show how we came from nothin'
[Verse 4]
Like how them Bentleys whippin' out, we spendin' cash night to mornin'
I think about you every time, I know this all you had wanted
These bitches steady out here lyin', they just can't keep it one hundred
I'm tryna stay from 'cross state lines so I won't run it, I punt it
I hope for good times with my momma 'cause we still be at odds
I went to jail and came back, and bitch, I'm still livin' large
Duck from that iron, we slung some back, but take it all up with God
Know once I'm gone, I can't come back, I'm thinkin' 'bout my lil' boy
But it ain't much that I believe, I just, I can't see
Use the smoke to take the pain, it's back-to-back, but I can't breathe, I just
And this image I hold up, it make it had to see my needs, I just
Every day I'm thankin', God but it's still hard to heard my needs, but, um
[Verse 5]
I'm sorry, momma, but this money, that's what made a ****
Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' chase a ****
Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a ****
We different breeds, so I can see that's why they hate a ****
My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish
I wish you was here, everyday I'm stuntin'
I wish I could show how we came from nothin'
[Verse 6]
We came from nothing, that's the reason they can't understand
They say my partner killed his partner for a couple grams
Fresh out that bottom, country boy, I'm finally at the top
They told me, "Boy, go chase your dreams and don't ever stop"
While pops in prison, momma busy, I jumped off the porch
Grew up too fast, young wilding man, not knowing I would blow
Running with Chance, writing raps, that was my thing too
Until I seen Twan and them came through in Mustang Coupes
I've been tryna get some sleep, so I've been sipping syrup
Remember Brock brought me to his block and let me serve
He told me leave from 'round this bitch and go and shock the world
I came home from off a tour, he was dead on the curb
[Verse 7]
I'm sorry, momma, but this money, that's what made a ****
Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' chase a ****
Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a ****
We different breeds, so I can see that's why they hate a ****
My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish
I wish you was here, everyday I'm stuntin'
I wish I could show how we came from nothin'
Written by: Alex Petit, Brayon S. Nelson, Dimitri Roger, Kentrell Gaulden, Rodarius Green
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