Lyrics Sorry Momma - YG, Ty Dolla $ign

Sorry Momma

Momma said I ain’t acting like her son\nCause I’m getting money Momma, you ain’t giving me none\nYou can’t buy me them J’s that come out tomorrow\nSo get used to the things that I’m doing for dollars\nYou said: «Boy, you better watch your back\nYour pops in jail, remember that»\nMomma it get like that\nYou said: «Don't call me for no bail money»\nThought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me\nYou said: «Keenon, keep that bitch out my house»\nI said, «I'm 18"you said: «this your place?»\nNah, this is Section 8\nSmacked me like bah, «you little disrespectful nigga»\nLike mmm… momma you lucky, lucky I can’t hit ya\n«You gon' treat me like this? And you know I have seizures\nYou know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers»\nDamn, now I’m feeling less than a man\nCause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn’t understand\nI’m sorry momma…\nMomma, let me take some weight off your shoulders\nI’m singing to momma\nYou ain’t gotta worry now, them days is over\nI’m sorry momma, I know I ain’t shit\nI know I lied a lot, I know I ain’t slick\nYour last dollars…\nYeah, that was me who stole 'em out your purse\n(What?) yeah, I know it hurts\nI remember days we used to go to church\nI used to fall asleep, that shit used to work your nerves\nI remember when you had surgery\nIn a wheelchair hooked to IV’s that hurted me\nYou’re like Superwoman in my eyes\nYou do a lot to be blind out of one eye\nBut you ain’t let that hold you back\nYou went on your marathon and ran your laps\nI broke into houses and sold stolen things for you\nI know that ain’t the type of things your son should do\nYou gave birth to me, I love you and thank you\nJust know you’re well-appreciated\nMomma, let me take some weight off your shoulders\nI’m singing to momma\nYou ain’t gotta worry now, them days is over\nI said I know I did wrong\nI know I did wrong\nI know I did wrong