(Verse 1)
Having conversations with mama, man, my life is a mess
Ain’t been returning the texts, so she been reading the press
She got Google Alerts, them s**ts go straight to her phone
She worry bout me from home, you know she raised me alone
She said, I heard you back with you know who
I told her, girl, I’m always back with you know who
And she like, who are we kidding? You’re 27, you just being you
You’re your father’s child, man, thank God you got some me in you
At least I always, at least I always see it through
At least I’m always being true to what you taught me
Retired teacher, but your words still got me evolving
Never get sloppy drunk, but alcohol is problem solving
And look I hate it when you hate on all my girlfriends
And assistants always convinced that there’s someone better
Like that girl from your gym who trains you
I know you wanna arrange it, you told me she’s free Thursday
And I’m sure that she’s an angel, but she don’t want this life
The timing ain’t right
Maybe one day, but even one day with us is a time of her life
We do things that people pay to document
You got the sweetest heart
But I’m not here to give out compliments
Or boost nobody confidence, momma
I got no friends in this, momma
I don’t pretend with this, momma
I’on joke with this, momma
I pull the knife out my back and cut they throat with it, momma
I’m Game of Thrones with it, momma
I’m Home Alone with it, momma
I really hate using this tone with you, momma
I really hate getting aggressive on this phone with you, momma
I really hate wasting your time to check a clone or two, momma
It’s just they cloning me, momma
Them ni**as wannabes, momma
Its like I’m the one they wanna be, momma
I just….I can’t be out here being vulnerable, momma
I mean I kill em every time they do a song with me, momma
I sing a hook they sing along with me ,momma
What more they want from me, momma?
Yeah, this is a crazy life
But you and the six raised me right
Don’t ever take advice, that was great advice
You and the six raised me right, that sh*t saved my life
(Verse 2)
Having conversations with momma, we start talking bout dad
You know he dropping a single, he saying this is his window
That ni**a still wearing linen, that ni**a still in the club
Call him after we get off the phone and show him some love
That ni**a Memphis for real, girl, he love you to death
He made mistakes throughout his life that he still doesn’t accept
But he just want our forgiveness, and f**k it, look how we living
I’m content with this story, who are we not to forgive him?
At least I been to a prison, at least I know what it’s like
I used to rap on the phone with one of his friends doing life
And now I got me a Grammy, that could be part of the reason
Let’s just call this sh*t even, we got some things to believe in
Do you remember back to Weston Road, Scarlett Road?
Hanging with Aaron Bell and Reny
Sh*t could’ve gone south for me, he looked out for me, ma
He never let me do drugs
He let me shoot a gun one summer, but out there everyone does
He made me listen to his music, old music, soul music
Sh*t that can only be created if you go through it
I used to get teased for being black
And now I’m here and I’m not black enough
Cause I’m not acting tough
Or making stories up bout where I’m actually from
But I just roll with it, momma, rolling stone with it, momma
Gotta be careful around Rolling Stone
Or anyone that’s tryna throw stones at me, momma
I’m not condoning it, momma
They will not tear nothing down, I built this home for you, momma
Know I don’t call enough, momma
I just been working with so little time for personal, momma
Hard labor let me pay the price
You and the six raised me right, that sh*t saved my life
