Momma's Calling

[Verse 1] Now when I started in this bitch I ain't have no blessing Nigga was too raw, I ain't have no method I’m looking for a lightskin chick with no stressing but that’s hard to find like deaths with no lessons In pussies I go reckless, aim at yo ho freckles Done lost my damn mind, no time for proper burials Make her pop that ass left and right then call it stereo Straight from where they carry though, and schedule you the next to go You better duck boy I hear they packed an extra roll You know the code nigga, mashed it, mobbin' Kicked us out of Sax Fifth when my niggas falled in We ain't buying shit, we just here to start problems Guess it’s cause I’m blacker than a muthafuckin' cauldron He ain't got no manners, he just tying up bandannas We done forfeited our souls for some chains and control And a Range and a rove, hell I ain't going back home Momma I seen too many niggas I done grew up with, you know first round picks that Ricky get down shit Or hit the court and lost it all man He slipped up in the clutch, took a shot now he down for 20 falls man This ain't no Derrick Rose These niggas ain't got hope, nope give a fuck about yo Balmain winter coat Yo main with her tote my mane brought his tote And after mufuckas' hear this I ain't going broke [Verse 2] Hopping out of planes shooting deuces screaming "cheerio" Tryna see how I can get me a fucking pair of those Stewardess, take a pose, move bitch throw them bows Do this shit for Fulton County Stadium and now you know Fuck a pot of gold, where that mine at He a rare-as-fuck nigga tell me where you find that Probably laying on his back Black sands through the cracks Snapping views of the hues in the mountains picture that [Verse 3] Torn between faith and foolishness Smoking with a Buddhist bitch embracing nudity Rude enough to drop a deuce inside your momma’s mouth and if she chewing it The golden flakes inside my stool will turn her teeth to jewelry Fumigate your home or illuminate your dome But the roaches won't leave unless the lights come on I might be froze, I’m colder than Poseidon in a miner's vagina Always welcome, never invited, I can’t help it I’m clitoris lighting, shocking in a bitches box When I get up inside it it’s minimal silence Niggas out here talking bout wifin', like I'm supposed to respect it Like I'mma think twice before I get that bitch naked We still thankful for the blessings at the funerals and weddings I’m cooler than my reflection in a pool of blood I guess it’s my soul that the demons took a residence Eviction is the goal on some trying to get to heaven shit, how 'bout it Lord keep a nigga, lord use a nigga Lord save a nigga, 'til they grim-reap a nigga Prayers from a been-hillbilly and a beacher nigga Freaknik 94’ I was only three my nigga So you know what the hometown glory mean to me my nigga Acid in my eyes I still can’t fucking see my nigga Vibe the city that the industry raped Live from the land where yo ancestors were slaves