I'm Sorry Momma

[Hook] I'm sorry, momma, I spend all my money on clothes I'm sorry, momma, I spend all my time with my bros I promise, momma, I'm trying to alter my ways (Styling, boy!) I promise, momma, I'm trying my hardest to change [Verse 1] But it's hard for me Yeah, it's hard, mommy And our goals different Is it wrong of me? That I want money, want fame You want a difference, you want a change, and you want a lot But I'm not Obama, I ain't got the power, I can't solve your problems I'm cool with feeding my family I'm cool with feeding my feet With them cool grades and them new J's I'm getting compliments in the street But they keep slaving ? But I keep saving for Jordans Being free and looking inexpensive, tell me what's more important to you [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm out here trying to get my life together I need to rearrange goals Cause I put all my chains on, and I turn into Django My master pull that whip out, he bought the kid a new Range Rove His gold I rocking, no halo Jehova sent me some angels and they said "Tell me, how your True Religions sag low? When you got a $400 belt on? Nobody want to see your Polo drawers You gotta reach down low to grab your cell phone" See, I struggle with myself Trying to set my goals Farther than shoes, farther than 'Raris, farther than chains, farther than clothes Farther than hanging with my niggas, farther than hanging out the car window Screaming "I hate Zimmerman, he ain't innocent" But I'm just a kid, and I'm ignorant And I'm sorry, momma Back to the rap You back in the mall, and I'm back to the trap I'm back to the crack that I rap on my tracks Put the flame in the game, make it gas to the max Get the lighter, get it higher Cause I'm dope in all my fire Tryin' to get a Maserati Mozzarella, stacking cheddar Got a get a Murcielago, asiago, got a lot of dough And this cheddar, I'm a spend it, ain't nobody do it better than me [Hook] [Outro] Dear God, we ain't talk in a minute, but you know, I'm doing good Me and momma haven't fought in a minute, so, I appreciate it All the pain that you done alleviated And I'm never levitated or inebriated Cause I know life is short, so why would I abbreviate it more? I'm not another lost soul I'm a kid with a goal, and it ain't to get rich, and it ain't to get famous, and it ain't to have everything all go And it ain't discriminating Around here, idols are what people imitate, homie get it straight Rap concerts looking more like church It's like hell and heaven trying to integrate Now isn't it great? This gift of mine And it's just divine when it's used correctly And I'm doing that, so when my time is over, don't you forget me And sometimes I wonder if you're real or not Cause this world is sick and you took my granny and you took Kiara and Dennis, too, now how absurd is this? But I keep the faith, though And RIP to Peso And when my brother get out of that hell hole please guide him on his way home I pray for him in the name of Christ We let Zimmerman take Trayvon's life Cause we ain't do nothing 'bout it but cut the TV out and tweet about it We said God'll handle it at the vigil And the next day we went back to packing them pistols, right?