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Momma Told Me
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EarthGang
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(Burn the candle at both ends)
(Hopped up, hopped up on propane)
(Crowded, down here, with my bold friend, huh)
Walkin' 'round the house, searchin' for all the just to my bullshit
I'm fightin', findin' how hard it is to fight the sin
Startin' to find a sense, when Momma used to say
"Child, when you finish, you better light a candle 'fore you park this bitch"
I light the cart, just need a spark, decide to go and get
A jump from Mister and Missus, who always arguin'
Tossin' up at the thought of them mention of the offer
To send from the other one, like a curse or somethin'
When they both plagued, when they both sick
Like, what you got? How you get it?
They'll lock yo' ass up for this, if I can't do it
You gon' have to bear with what's gon' starve the kids
Shoulda known our ears was here
Right 'round every corner, we was killin' time
And pickin' sides 'til slumber snuck up on us
But, but, but, ain't I blessed, though
And I'm stressed, Lord
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Free all my vessels, in all contexts, though
In all confines, in all Congos, in all correctionals
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Told-told-told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
Okay, Momma said "Go, go"
Pops said, "Hit the ground runnin', get the dough, though
I put your shit at the door, though"
Blood, sweat, tears for the articles, people, and photos
We are in the age of the promo
I been around killers and good niggas who live independent
The only difference is the depth of yo' vision
Some niggas never been nowhere so they sight real limits
In government housin' and a bunch of niggas
It's the same premise, different day, same pimpin'
Pullin' propaganda out the ceiling
Pull a rabbit out ya hat, pull a bitch, I got a batch
Bullet missed and his a nigga right in his designer cap
I hope them boys find 'em 'fore we find 'em 'cause my niggas ain't fine with that
Don Juan, I'm prime with the ensemble
And bomb at the wonton
But the drama, it's uncommon, but, nah
And it don't take a gun to show that I ain't fuckin' with y'all
I say it every day, but I ain't make this way
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this (yeah)
All my niggas talk like yo' cotton-pickin' ancestors
That don't make us stupid, we just deeply rooted
Saturday action and clues, stabbings and shootings
Hit the church with bloody shirts
And mumble through the communion, amen
Hey, man, say, man, way back when we was kids
We used to think we was invincible
Oh shit, we not
We drop like flies from homicides every Thursday
Fuck it, I like bitches that know how to make grits right
Take dick like she might do jiu-jitsu
Hindu stretches in the mornin'
Pleasure my dick with nighttime priviliges when I want it
I'm fiendin' but I don't need it to function
I'll go dumb, like lockin' the keys in the truck
After the storm, harvest season will come
Watchin' porn while I'm chiefin' the blunt
These rappers corn but niggas eat that shit up
My momma warned me of the evils to come, I shoulda listened
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Told-told-told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
Momma told me, Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this
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