Momma said I aint acting like her son
Cause Im getting money Momma, you aint giving me none
You cant buy me them Js that come out tomorrow
So get used to the things that Im doing for dollars
You said Boy, you better watch your back
Your pops in jail, remember that
Momma it get like that
You said Dont call me for no bail money
Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me
You said Keenon, keep that bitch out my house
I said, Im 18 you said this your place?
Nah, this is Section 8
Smacked me like bah, you little disrespectful nigga
Like mmm… momma you lucky, lucky I cant hit ya
You gon treat me like this? And you know I have seizures
You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers
Damn, now Im feeling less than a man
Cause you birth me and I was actin like I couldnt understand
Im sorry momma…
Momma, let me take some weight off your shoulders
Im singing to momma
You aint gotta worry now, them days is over
Im sorry momma, I know I aint shit
I know I lied a lot, I know I aint slick
Your last dollars…
Yeah, that was me who stole em out your purse
What? yeah, I know it hurts
I remember days we used to go to church
I used to fall asleep, that shit used to work your nerves
I remember when you had surgery
In a wheelchair hooked to IVs that hurted me
Youre like Superwoman in my eyes
You do a lot to be blind out of one eye
But you aint let that hold you back
You went on your marathon and ran your laps
I broke into houses and sold stolen things for you
I know that aint the type of things your son should do
You gave birth to me, I love you and thank you
Just know youre well-appreciated
Momma, let me take some weight off your shoulders
Im singing to momma
You aint gotta worry now, them days is over
I said I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
I know I did wrong
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