mama

Jay Hill, Roberto Ortiz

Fresh out of school, cause I was a high school grad
Couldn't respond to my mama; fallout with twelve on my ass
I feel like I'm being followed...give a fuck about your Instagram
A hard pill to swallow, realizing god had got a different plan
You see where I'm from lawmakers ain't shit
A jawbreaker ain't a candy; gauze taped to my wrist
See we all know about Hebru Brantley, but no one taught us to spell it
Swear to god I couldn't stand telling my mom I was arrested
I got nowhere to go, mama, and nowhere2run
Try not to cry on this phone, mama, with your only son
I've been fixing a hole, mama, I'll call when it's done
Just short of selling my soul, mama, I'm caught in the rungs
Smoke all in my lungs
I couldn't call on no one if my life depended on it
An end to all this could show up at any second
Honestly, I'm just grateful for the time that I had
And muhfucka I'm from the mud just like my mom and my dad
It's all in the past like human rights and circuit city
The pay so nice, the yay so white, the words are pretty
Wish I could just text my mom for her to get me
Never been better than anything, anyone
Thinking of things that I said and done
all in the past like human rights and circuit city
The pay so nice, the yay so white, the words are pretty
Wish I could just text my mom for her to get me
Never been better than anything, anyone
Thinking of things that I said and done

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Like Sam, what's Goody, uh huh
Like Sam, what's Goody
Like Sam, what's Goody
Like Sam, what's Goody
Like Sam, what's Goody, uh huh
Like Sam, what's Goody, uh huh
Like Sam, what's Goody, uh huh
Like Sam, what's Goody, uh huh
Like Sam, what's Goody, uh huh
Like Sam, what's Goody, uh huh
Like Sam, what's Goody, uh huh
Like Sam, what's Goody

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