Sand Castles Kota the Friend

[Hook]
My mama called: "Boy come inside"
Food on my plate, love in my eyes
I seen bad days, now I don't mind
It's gon' be good, we'll be alright

[Verse 1]
Momma we could be rich like fourth floor
Brownstone town home
Debt free stress free
A nigga got a wish right
Boat ride, cold slime, never mind the broke times
Imma fly first class, you tell me that coach fine
That's where I get it from, I don't need a lot
Collard greens, corn bread, I don't need a lot
And I eat a lot less when I ain't home
BB hey I'm hungry should be coming when the cape strong
And if Nanny was alive she would have a fit
'Cause I ain't eat dinner in a week, nothing in the fridge
And I been working every day, something gotta give
Niggas ain't giving me that raise, but I gotta live
Racist motherfuckers giving jobs to they fucking friends
Now that think about it it's starting to make a lot of sense
If I don't hit the bottle for an hour I be feeling tense
Not an alcoholic I just mean that I remember when