Richie’s Story (Sorry Momma)

Chorus:
I swear I never ever meant to hurt you
I took advantage you was only tryna help
Stayed up with them killas after curfew
Honestly I blame myself

Sorry
I was steady on my block shit
Sorry
Being poor wasn't an option
Sorry
I know ou begging me to stop this
Sorry
Yea yea

Verse:
Dropping the top yea my n****s was hot yea we rode through the city of danger
Yea we got high and the indo was hitting our eyes were low like some asians
Drinking some bourbon driving suburban
A Glock on every single person and that was for certain
Riding deep in the whip
5 of us hitting licks
Always up to some shit
Dee - Lo only 18
Still looked up to that nigga cause we was only 15
Pops was still facing life
Momma working all night
I rolled with n****s that been known to kill ya
Quick to cap you off on sight
Only n***a named Richie in my whole block, only thing I must acquire
Riches n***a I'm the richest n***a if I move a quarter of that Miley Cyrus
Momma still tryna school me and I ain't been there since last month
Said fuck school cause the teacher broke
And that dope boy got a benz truck
I'm trying to get paid, get a couple Js pay the rent where me and momma stay
Finally save the day
Hate to see her work hard
Tryna have her live good
Tryna raise me in the hood
In the best way that she could
That's why I gotta let you know momma

Chorus:
I swear I never ever meant to hurt you
I took advantage you was only tryna help
Stayed up with them killas after curfew
Honestly I blame myself

Sorry
I was steady on my block shit
Sorry
Being poor wasn't an option
Sorry
I know ou begging me to stop this
Sorry
Yea yea

Verse:
My n***a hit me on my line
He told me that we about to ride
Shit popping off in the city
We bout to strap up in the whip
We ain't wasting no time
He told me to wait up outside
I grabbed all the shit i might need In a fight
Raided the dresser drawer for a knife
In case my gun don't work when it's time
Ima still try to stay alive
Tip toe through the crib
Not tryna wake my momma and her nigga up
Phone rang I forgot to silence it
Now my momma’s really getting up
Came through in the living room
Saw my backpack still on me
Then she asked where I'm going
Told her to the store only
She shook her head
Told me “Baby why you lying, son you know it ain't safe out”
I told her “This ain't no safe house, the n***a you with got a trap house”
She smacked me told me shut the fuck up and get my ass up to my room
I told her “yea Ight bet, I'm moving out real soon”
Ignored her demand and walked out the front
She shouted “Richie baby don't you be dumb”
I told her “Momma being broke ain't no fun”
I just wanna see us increase in funds
I'ma die before I live like a bum
Turned around saw a car coming up
Window down and now Im seeing a gun
Damn, why ain't I duck

Chorus:
I swear I never ever meant to hurt you
I took advantage you was only tryna help
Stayed up with them killas after curfew
Honestly I blame myself

Sorry
I was steady on my block shit
Sorry
Being poor wasn't an option
Sorry
I know ou begging me to stop this
Sorry
Yea yea

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