Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Momma, artist - Kendrick Lamar. Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Momma |
| Oh, shit! |
| I need that |
| I need that sloppy |
| That sloppy (Yo, yo, yo) |
| Like a Chevy in quicksand |
| Yeah |
| That sloppy |
| This feelin' is unmatched |
| This feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap |
| Black Pendleton ball cap (West, west, west) |
| We don’t share the same synonym, fall back (West, west, west) |
| Been in it before internet had new acts |
| Mimicking radio’s nemesis made me wack |
| My innocence limited, the experience lacked |
| Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked |
| The mind of a literate writer, but I did it, in fact |
| You admitted it once I submitted it, wrapped in plastic |
| Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent sentences backwards |
| Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction |
| Now, I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest |
| Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sinnin' in traffic |
| Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion |
| Winnin' in every decision, Kendrick is master that mastered it |
| Isn’t it lovely how menaces turned attraction? |
| Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magic |
| Thank God for rap |
| I would say it got me a plaque, but what’s better than that? |
| The fact it brought me back home |
| We been waitin' for you |
| Waitin' for you |
| Waitin' for you |
| Waitin' for you |
| I know everything |
| I know everything, |
| know myself |
| I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health |
| I know fatality might haunt you |
| I know everything |
| I know Compton, I know street shit, |
| I know shit that’s conscious |
| I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors |
| I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma |
| I know everything, I know history |
| I know the universe works mentally |
| I know the perks of bullshit isn’t meant for me |
| I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money |
| I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that’s ornery |
| I know everything, the highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies |
| I know if I’m generous at heart, I don’t need recognition |
| The way I’m rewarded—well, that’s God’s decision |
| I know you know that line’s for Compton School District |
| Just give it to the kids, don’t gossip 'bout how it was distributed |
| I know how people work |
| I know the price of life, I’m knowin' how much it’s worth |
| I know what I know, and I know it well not to ever forget |
| Until I realized I didn’t know shit, the day I came home |
| We been waitin' for you |
| Waitin' for you |
| Waitin' for you |
| Waitin' for you |
| I met a little boy that resembled my features |
| Nappy afro, gap in his smile, hand-me-down sneakers |
| Bounced through the crowd |
| Run a number on man and woman that crossed him |
| Sun beamin' on his beady beads, exhausted |
| Tossin' footballs with his ashy, black ankles |
| Breakin' new laws mama passed on home trainin' |
| He looked at me and said, «Kendrick, you do know my language |
| You just forgot because of what public schools had painted |
| Oh, I forgot, 'Don't Kill My Vibe', that’s right, you’re famous |
| I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken |
| But never mind, you’re here right now, don’t you mistake it |
| It’s just a new trip, take a glimpse of your family ancestor |
| Make a new list of everything you thought was progress |
| And that was bullshit, I know your life is full of turmoil |
| Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you |
| I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin' you |
| If you resist, I’ll back off quick, go catch a flight or two |
| But if you pick destiny over rest-in-peace |
| Then be an advocate, tell your homies, especially |
| To come back home" |
| This is a world premiere |
| This is a world premiere |
| This is a world premiere |
| I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite |
| For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? |
| Is it in a woman, is it in money or mankind? |
| Tell me something, got me losing my mind, ah! |
| You make me wanna jump |
| Jump, jump, jump, jump |
| Let’s talk about love |
| Jump, jump, jump, jump |
| Let’s talk about love |
| Jump, jump, jump, jump |
| Let’s talk about love |
| Jump, jump, jump, jump |
| Let’s talk about love |
| I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite |
| For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? |
| Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind? |
| Tell me something, think I’m losing my mind, ah! |
| I say, where you at? |
| From the front to the back |
| I’m lookin' for you, I react only when you react |
| Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto |
| When I was seventeen with the .38 special |
| Maybe you’re in a dollar bill, maybe you’re not real |
| Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel |
| Maybe I’m paranoid, ha, maybe I don’t need you anyway |
| Don’t lie to me, I’m suicidal anyway |
| I can be your advocate |
| I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is |