| Having conversations with mama, man, my life is a mess
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| Ain’t been returning the texts, so she been reading the press
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| She got Google Alerts, them shits go straight to her phone
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| She worry 'bout me from home, you know she raised me alone
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| She said, «I heard you back with you know who»
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| I told her, «girl, I’m always back with you know who,» yeah
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| And she like, «Who are we kidding? |
| You’re 27, you’re just being you
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| You’re your father’s child, man, thank God you got some me in you»
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| At least I always, at least I always see it through
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| At least I’m always being true to what you taught me
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| Retired teacher, but your words still got me evolvin'
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| Never get sloppy drunk, but alcohol is problem solvin'
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| And look I hate it when you hate on all my girlfriends
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| And assistants always convinced that there’s someone better
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| Like that girl from your gym who trains you
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| I know you wanna arrange it, you told me she’s free Thursday
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| And I’m sure that she’s an angel, but she don’t want this life
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| The timing ain’t right
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| Maybe one day, but even one day with us is the time of her life
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| We do things that people pay to document
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| You got the sweetest heart
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| But I’m not here to give out compliments
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| Or boost nobody’s confidence, momma
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| I got no friends in this, momma
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| I don’t pretend with this, momma
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| I’on joke with this, momma
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| I pull the knife out my back and I cut they throat with it, momma
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| I’m Game of Thrones with it, momma
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| I’m Home Alone with it, momma
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| I’m t-
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| I really hate using this tone with you, momma
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| I really hate gettin' aggressive on this phone with you, momma
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| I really hate wasting your time to check a clone or two, momma
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| It’s just they cloning me, momma
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| Them niggas wannabes, momma
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| Its like — I’m the one they wanna be, momma
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| I just- I- I can’t be out here being vulnerable, momma
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| I mean I kill 'em every time they do a song with me, momma
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| I sing a hook they sing along with me, momma
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| What more they want from me, momma?
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| Yeah, this is a crazy life
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| But you and the six raised me right
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| «Don't ever take advice,» that was great advice
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| You and the six raised me right, that shit saved my life
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| Yeah!
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| Having conversations with momma, we start talkin' 'bout dad
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| You know he dropping a single, he saying this is his window
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| That nigga still wearing linen, that nigga still in the club
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| Call him after we get off the phone and show him some love
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| That nigga Memphis for real, girl, he love you to death
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| He made mistakes throughout his life that he still doesn’t accept
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| But he just want our forgiveness, and fuck it, look how we’re living
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| I’m content with this story, who are we not to forgive him?
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| At least I been to a prison, at least I know what it’s like
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| I used to rap on the phone with one of his friends doing life
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| And now I got me a Grammy, that could be part of the reason
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| Let’s just call this shit even, we got some things to believe in
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| Do you remember back to Weston Road, Scarlett Road?
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| Hangin' with Aaron Bell and Reny
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| Shit could’ve gone south for me, he looked out for me, ma
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| He never let me do drugs
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| He let me shoot a gun one summer, but out there everyone does
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| He made me listen to his music, old music, soul music
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| Shit that can only be created if you go through it
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| I used to get teased for being black
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| And now I’m here and I’m not black enough
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| 'Cause I’m not acting tough
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| Or making stories up 'bout where I’m actually from, yeah
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| But I just roll with it, momma, rolling stone with it, momma
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| Gotta be careful around Rolling Stone
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| Or anyone that’s tryna throw stones at me, momma
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| I’m not condoning it, momma
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| They will not tear nothing down, I built this home for you, momma
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| Know I don’t call enough, momma
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| I just been working with so little time for personal, momma, yeah
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| Hard labor let me pay the price
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| You and the six raised me right, that shit saved my life |