Sorry Momma

[Produced by DJ Mustard & Terrace Martin] [Verse 1: YG] Momma said I ain't acting like her son Cause I'm getting money Momma, you ain't giving me none You can't buy me them J's that come out tomorrow So get used to the things that I'm doing for dollars You said: "Boy, you better watch your back Your pops in jail, remember that" Momma it get like that You said: "Don't call me for no bail money" Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me You said: "Keenon, keep that bitch out my house" I said, "I'm 18"; you said: "this your place?" Nah, this is Section 8 Smacked me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga" Like mmm... momma you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya "You gon' treat me like this? And you know I have seizures You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers" Damn, now I'm feeling less than a man Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand I'm sorry momma... [Hook: Ty Dolla Sign] I'm sorry momma Let me take some weight off your shoulders I'm singing to momma You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over [Verse 2: YG] I'm sorry momma, I know I ain't shit I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't slick Your last dollars... Yeah, that was me who stole 'em out your purse (What?) yeah, I know it hurts I remember days we used to go to church I used to fall asleep, that shit used to work your nerves I remember when you had surgery In a wheelchair hooked to IV’s that hurt me You're like Superwoman in my eyes You do a lot to be blind out of one eye But you ain't let that hold you back You went on your marathon and ran your laps I broke into houses and sold stolen things for you I know that ain't the type of things your son should do You gave birth to me, I love you and thank you Just know you're well-appreciated [Hook] [Outro X4] I said I know I did wrong I know I did wrong I know I did wrong