I Don’t Think My Momma Ever Loved Me Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. Irv Da Phenom & Mr. Blap)

[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 fourteen, maybe 130, soaking wet
Three years later I'm at a homeboy's smoking wet
Newport cigarettes, OA English
One year later, now I'm higher than a Phoenix
Two months later I was GBCin' it
Couldn't wait to see my 98 human beings
Light blue regal
I was in the streets before you bitch niggas was three thogh
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...