Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EL-P
Vocals
Killer Mike
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Michael Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EL-P
Producer
Wilder Zoby
Co-Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Leon Kelly
Engineer
Little Shalimar
Co-Producer
Joey Raia
Mixing Engineer
Young Leon
Engineer
Lyrics
Gun in the holster be
Right in the upholstery
Somewhere right close to me
Just in case the rollers be
Rolling on a G
My woman keep it in the hosiery
I’m known in my town, in those strips
Where the high rollers be
I’m up early where the money folders
Sipping Folgers be
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn
Like Lefty spoke for me
Fuck with us
You fuck with the truth
We speak openly
Never a rat like Donnie Brasco though
‘Cause ain’t no ho in me
Notice me, senpai, they cry
When I choke their speak
I’ll set this crooked city on fire
To light the smokery
Old timers speak of us hushed
And clutch their rosaries
I lust after greatness
I;m aiming right at its ovaries
Better run from the future palooka
Haul off!
You acting like it’s safe
And the revolutions been
Called off!
There’s liars on the loose
If we listen to you we’re
All lost!
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at
All soft!
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said I’m crying on ya
She said I waited up for you all night
I said I’m trying mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said I’m crying on ya
She said I waited up for you all night
I said I’m trying mama
I smoke the holy herb
Get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God shit’s so good
Fat boy’ll levitate
God’s gift to man
How they fuck try to legislate?
Mom’s, she recovering
Tell me I overmedicate
I tell her holy fuck Jesus Christ
Give me a fucking break
She said don’t curse your mama, goddamnit
And threw a dinner plate
Damn
I heard it in Brooklyn
Where all the sinners stay
You running out of ways to go go fuck yourself
I will innovate
The skin of your shitty grin’ll disintegrate
Every sickening sentence’ll cheapen
Them tricks you venerate
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate
Run The Jewels Runs with the borg
Bitch, assimilate
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said I’m crying on ya
She said I waited up for you all night
I said I’m trying mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said I’m crying on ya
She said I waited up for you all night
I said I’m trying mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
They want us, down mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
But I ain’t crying mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
You raised a lion mama, I ain’t lying mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
I said I’m trying mama
Crying on ya
Crying on ya
I said I’m trying mama
Written by: Jaime Meline, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz, Wilder Zoby