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So, nowDon't call me, niggaTalking about bailin' you outta jailBecause your stupid ass over there stole a fuckTryna impress a friendAnd I'm a single parent, I've got bills to payI'm not bailin' you out of jailbecause you're just stupid as fuckYeah, momma told me not to come over thereY'all niggas lost and you trapped in your thoughts (mm)'Cause you shoot and you kill over lang'you ain't ball (mm)Y'all probably gon' end up dead or in jail (mm)Momma told me not to come over there (mm)Y'all niggas smoke and you drink till it's dark (mm)And you think that it's smartand I heard you sell dope (mm)And you rob and you still shoot your guns in the air (mm)Momma told me not to come over there (bih)Y'all niggas bang and you all from a gang (bih)And you hang and you press little niggas like me (bih)Outside a area, nobody care (bih)Momma told me not to come over there (bih)Y'all with the shits, I was born with a gift (bih)And if I fall in love, y'all come unwrap it quick (bih)So I make sure that I'll never prevent (bih)Momma told me not to come over there (bih, bih, bih, bih)That ain't the move and niggas is goons (what?)And that I'm a real nigga, shit isn't cool (bih)And that I should never abideby the rules of the street (ooh, ooh)Shit is real and it's also not real (hey)Spray what you claim and fuck up the billLet's spray up the party and rake all the bodiesNobody gon' stop till somebody get killed (mm)Momma told me not to come over there (ooh)But that's how y'all knew, the bread in the boothI liked baby pink at the time (mm)Homie made sure nobody came to press lines, fineMomma told me not to come over there (mm, yeah)But y'all treat me right, y'all handle my fights(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)And told me not to ever, ever, everever pick up this life (yeah, yeah)I hope I did right (yeah)Father told me nothin', fuck itI understand as a man that I wasn't his plan (woo, woo, woo)Had some other ideas in his headI hold no grudges, I heard he a fanPocket teller heavy, help the swedish betty crocker (mm)I wake every mornin', gettin' ready (mm)Happy as a motherfucker, spent five hundred thousand (mm)Ain't think nothin' of itthat must count for somethin', right? (Yeah)Life, got the cheese, want a slice? (Uh, yeah)Got the cheese, what am I's? (Yeah)With the pussy, what's my vice?Blue on the bikeShit sweet, like riceWith the sugar and the buttergot it from my grandmother (mm)I don't like the salt and pepperlil' nigga from the gutter (mm)I don't show it, but I know it (know it)I'm a painter, not a poet (not a poet)Get the picture, come together (mm)Like stitches in a scarDaddy gone, I ain't lyin' (la-la)That's a bar, yeah, I said it (uh, uh)Like alarm, now set it (la-la)Like speak, when you read it (uh)Like bleedMomma told me, 1970Youngest of seven, it wasn't heavenlyHome was southcentral, schools beverlyBrother locked up, sister strung outHigh school president, ran for itHad the chance to move out, ran for itLove them africans, met oneLet him in, when they got to knew you, ran for it (ooh)Told me I popped out, and I was perfectshe ain't need to plan for it (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)Knew I was the futureshe was clairvoyant (hey, hey, hey, hey)Touched me and she kissed the hand (woo, woo, hey, woo)Me and her, we ain't need a man (hey, hey, hey, hey)College courses with me in her hand(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)Ask her why she didn't have a plan bShe said I wouldn't understandThen, she had a daughterthe father had a baby momma (baby momma)Causin' problems, momma almostcaught a gun charge-uh, 'cause of drama (phew-phew-phew)Court case, hair gone (gone)Weight gone, bare bones (bones)Switch arms, ain't right to me, left for meShe would always fight for me, yeah, she'd always protectAnd she got a mommawho got a boyfriend who ain't knowhow to keep hands to himself (mm, hands to himself, nigga)I was raised in a house full of loveI was raised on that type of timeNiggas say, she did a good jobDuh, bitch, I turned out fineDuh, bitch, I turned out fineLookin' at him, bitch, I turned out fine (ooh)Say what you want, bitch, I turned out fine (hoo, hoo, hoo)Someday, it's hope, but I turned out fineCan't have it all, now I have it all (woo)'Cause I had it all, bitch, I turned out fine (woo)Bitch, I turned out fineI am the guy, bitch, I turned out fineLook at this house, bitchI turned out fine (turned out fine)Look at these kids, I turned out fineLook at these bitches, I turned out fineLook at these bitches, I turned out fineLook at these bitches, I turned out fineLook at these niggas, I turned out fineLook at these bitches, I turned out fineLook at these bitches, I turned out fineMother
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