(Nigga, you's a baby, why your eyes low?)
('Round the counter, let both in)
(Pop, popped up with propane)
(I'm crying down here with my bold friend)

Walking 'round the house searching for all the just to my bullshit
I'm fighting, finding how hard it is to fight the sin
Starting 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 cartridge, need to spark the sack to go and get
A jump from mister and misses who always arugin'
Tossing up at the thought of men-menention of the offer
To send from the other one like a curse or something
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 beg with what's gon' starve the kids
Shoulda known our ears was here, right 'round every corner
We was killing time and picking 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 context, 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
Momma told me it would be like this
Momma told me
Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this (uh, uh)
Momma told me
Momma told me
Momma told me it would be like this (one, two, three)

Okay, mama said, "Go, go"
Pops said, "Hit the ground running, get the dough though
I put your shit at the door, though"
Blood, sweat, tears for the articles, people in four doors
We are in the age of the promo
I been around killas and good niggas who live independent
The only difference is the depth of your vision
Some niggas never been nowhere so they sight real limits
In government house and a bunch of niggas
It's the same premise, different day, same pimpin'
Pull a propaganda out the ceiling, pull a rabbit out ya hat
Pull a bitch, I got a batch
Bullet miss and hit a negro hit right in his designer cap
I hope them boys find him 'fore we find him
'Cause my niggas ain't fine with that
Don Juan, I'm prime with the ensemble and bomb at the wonton
For the drama is uncommon, but nah
And it don't take a gun to show that I ain't fucking with y'all
I say it every day but I ain't make it this way
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok

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 (uh, woo, yeah)

All my niggas talk like yo' cotton-picking ancestors
That don't make us stupid, we just deeply rooted
Saturday action includes stabbing and shootings
Hit the church with bloody shirt 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 morning
Pleasure my dick with nighttime privileges when I want it
I'm fiending but I don't need it to function
I go dumb like locking keys in the trunk
After the storm, harvest season will come
Watching porn while I'm chiefing a blunt
These rappers corn but niggas eat that shit up
My momma warned me of the evils to come, I should've listened

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

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Writer(s): Destin Route, Eian Undrai Parker, Olu O. Fann