I Don't Think My Momma Ever Loved Me

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] This song right here, I made this song to... eh Really say what's on my mind so I hope... ah Nobody gets mad at me for saying what's on my mind That's what I'm known for, you know what I mean? Saying what's really on my mind Yeah! Ay! [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] I don't think my momma ever loved me Didn't even hug me, tackled me like rugby I don't give a fuck, I'm just tired of being lonely When they beat you up I had to go buy me a chrome piece I was only 14, maybe 130, soaking wet 3 years later I'm at a homeboy's smoking wet NewPort cigarettes, 0l 8 English 1 year later, now I'm higher than a Phoenix 2 months later I was GBC'n it Couldn't wait to see my 98 human beings Light blue regal I was in the streets before you bitch niggas was three tho Sky blue eagles Momma didn't see nothing, she was off that old Rocks in my pocket like the bottom of the sea though Had the fiends walking like C-3PO Now momma's gone and it's all up to me, so... [Hook: Mr. Blap] Hey momma! I saw everything but love Had a struggle growing up Wondered why you don't hold me in your arms And say that it's allright Hey momma! Pleasant memories fade away Many things I wish you said to me But I don't think that momma ever loved me [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] I don't think that nigga ever loved me I feel it in my tummy, shit's getting ugly All over a bitch playing games cause she want me Prank calls talking about they really gonna hunt me They don't understand I was hungry Madesicc they said, but we wasn't running Got me an investor with a whole lotta money Back on Twitter talking "May 6th coming" About to eat thanksgiving dinner, nigga yummy They played me like a dummy, what... What the fuck you want from me? Felt like it's a wrap like a mummy Hit 'em up with text messages I wondered what kind of success this is Nigga I was set up 63 days and I watched them throw their set up They never got fed up Life is like a fat ass bitch that won't shut up Money ain't everythang, she can get wetter [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] I don't think that label ever loved me Maybe it's a West Coast thang, cause they fucced me Even in my new situation I'm struggling Feeling like nobody on the label even trust me Waiting around till I see if they gon' cut me I'm so giant, rap games, Kobe Bryant Who would wanna try to touch me? Running for my life again, running for the Heisman Nigga if you're my brother you won't hear the fucking lies again Where the fuck is summer? Maybe I'mma fly again Fuck you came with I got a box of Timing Might have to die again, come back to life again Might have to eat your motherfucking wife again Thunder and lightning Standing in the bedroom window, sliding in Give 'em a headache without a vitamin Try again, I think we should start all over Try again, If you say we ain't starting all over Shame on me again [Outro: Brotha Lynch Hung] It's what it is I been through a lot while I was recording this album So within it anyway Everything that I said, man I really mean it