[Intro]
I got to get it off my chest while I can (Hah)
I got to get it off my chest while I can, be a man (Hah)
[Verse 1]
To my Momma I'ma ask you this once and once, I’m only
Understand me if I'm family then why I'm so lonely?
Homies gave me morals and values, you gave me whippings and punishment
Every word in this song won’t take back none of it
Haunted and torn of the memories of you in the kitchen drunk
3 in the morning making your young son listen up
And all I learned, I ain't want to be nothing like you
Despite you send me to Catholic School, this about after school
It's pathological sent, you made the pain spread
And natural [?] y'all share the same bed
I'm the only kid on the block with a Momma and a Momma with no father
Don't want to be botherered with all of this regardless
The garbage of knowledge of ballers that raised me
The possib' of your baby, having a baby
Maybe if you spent less time doing a daily three
Maybe we would've had little Shaun up in that baby seat
From A-Z in my life, you like this rage in me
Occasionally the days we speak, majorly turns to pain for me
Painfully the pen tortures the pad
At the same time my misfortunate Dad get tortured by crack
Imagine a mother telling her son if she could do it again, she wouldn’t
And when we gets a foot in the door, she’s saying ladies [?] behind his back just pushing
I don't need your support or your shove
All our orderless, love
You can keep your club, Newports and your grub
Gimme a minute, I need your love, Momma
(I need your love you hear me? Listen)
I got to get it off my chest while I can (Hah)
I got to get it off my chest while I can, be a man (Hah)
[Verse 1]
To my Momma I'ma ask you this once and once, I’m only
Understand me if I'm family then why I'm so lonely?
Homies gave me morals and values, you gave me whippings and punishment
Every word in this song won’t take back none of it
Haunted and torn of the memories of you in the kitchen drunk
3 in the morning making your young son listen up
And all I learned, I ain't want to be nothing like you
Despite you send me to Catholic School, this about after school
It's pathological sent, you made the pain spread
And natural [?] y'all share the same bed
I'm the only kid on the block with a Momma and a Momma with no father
Don't want to be botherered with all of this regardless
The garbage of knowledge of ballers that raised me
The possib' of your baby, having a baby
Maybe if you spent less time doing a daily three
Maybe we would've had little Shaun up in that baby seat
From A-Z in my life, you like this rage in me
Occasionally the days we speak, majorly turns to pain for me
Painfully the pen tortures the pad
At the same time my misfortunate Dad get tortured by crack
Imagine a mother telling her son if she could do it again, she wouldn’t
And when we gets a foot in the door, she’s saying ladies [?] behind his back just pushing
I don't need your support or your shove
All our orderless, love
You can keep your club, Newports and your grub
Gimme a minute, I need your love, Momma
(I need your love you hear me? Listen)
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