Momma Told Me

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See, man, when mama told me this and, boy, my mama told me that

And if you ever get some money, just be sure to make it last

Boy, my mama told me, "slow up," I been livin' too fast

I was sittin' with some black ski masks (man)

Boy, believe me, mama tried, I was just too wild

I was chiefin' on the reef at 15, blowin' light

I'm still turned up, and I won't ever turn down

Mama said I need to turn my life around

Ay, I met a bad lil' bitty, mama told me I need to quit it

But I couldn't ever leave her, I was too deep in it

Mama mad she would leave it, I was high, couldn't feel it

I was fryin' like some chicken, I was sittin' in a skillet

Jumped off the post, chasin' dollars, chasin' digits

But the way that I was livin', if I had it, I was spinnin'

I was tryin' to make a dime, I was sick of pitchin' pennies

I was tired of fuckin' workin' for a livin'

I was sick of bein' broke, I was sick of bein' a joke

So I started sellin' weed, it was too free to force on

I was tryna to make some money, trap it now my mama home

Until the feds found out the little dealers I was on

Long story short, I was back to bein' poor

Flippin' burgers in the back at the fuckin' corner store

I was tired of this shit, so I started writin' hits

Man, I knew my life just needed somethin' more

Ay, mama really tried, plenty of nights mama cried

Plenty of times I was in trouble, had to walk a tight line

Mama taught me how to win, she didn't teach me how to fight

But shit, I swear my mama taught me right

See, man, my mama told me this, and, boy, my mama told me that

And if you ever get some money, just be sure to make it last

Boy, mama taught me to slow up, I be livin' too fast

I was hittin' licks and black ski masks

Boy, believe me mama tried, I was just too wide

I was chiefin' on the reef at 15, blowin' loud

I'm still turned up, now I'm never turned down

Mama said I need to turn my life around (yeah)

Ay, mama what it do, I'm about to come through

Got blood on my shirt and mud on my boot

Been ripping and roaring, flipping brick and mortar

Stacking money the ceilings, keep placing the order

Mama be the lookout at the cookout

Whipping up young, young, like a dope house

Know that we be breaking bad

Taking mad chances to make ends meet

Not a piece but the whole damn cake

Know I got you, mama

All the drama that we been through it be getting calmer

I know you wondering 'bout me but don't worry, mama

I know you praying for me, you got that big buck chief boy Gary Palmer

He a man of honor, don't talk with mama

Unless you want his young guns here pullin' on ya

Merle hackers jumping out jambo wailing on you

Beat your ass bloody blue, mama tried to warn ya

Nothing you could do now fam pulling up ready for it

Muddy blend on a bloody truck, pop a teeth out

Go and dump the body over the fish

We get down on the farm, them house hungry shit

You know mama told me this, and, boy, mama told me that

And if you ever get some money, just be sure to make it last

Boy, mama told me slow up, I believe it too fast

I was sitting looking black, ski mask

Boy, believe me mama tried, I was just too wild

I was chiefing on the reef at 15, blowing loud

I'm still turned up, and I will never turn down

Mama said I need to turn my life around (ayy)