[Intro]
I said ain't nobody comin’ through to save us
Ain't nobody comin' through to save us, wait, wait
[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody comin' through to save us
Climbin' from the bottom, we just tryna find a way up
Mama work two jobs, but she still don't really make enough
I got all these cars across the yard, the neighbors hate my guts
[Verse]
But I gotta suck it up and I gotta make it work
We thirty days late on the rent and today the first
We tired of TV dinners and we tired of hand-me-downs
Now it's time to stand on business, ain't no time for standin' down
Mama ain't had no help, mama deserves a hand
She had to teach two boys how to become a man
She did the best she could givеn the circumstance
But I went and pickеd up some weight like I’m on a workout plan
Something gotta give before everything breaks
Every night, my mama prayed and she still ain’t catch a break
Her lil' boy become a florist, sellin’ flowers by the crates
I know that ain't make her proud, at least her bills was gettin' paid, me, me
Comin' from the concrete jungle made a silverback
Made it out the trap with plenty scratches, but I’m still intact
Crabs inside the bucket, oh, they'd love if they could pull me back
Thought they was homies 'til they folded like a laundromat
There's a lengthy list of shit I could've fallen victim too
Boy, that block is hot, we pullin' pistols like a wisdom tooth
I could be inside a wooden box or eatin' prison food
Instead, I'm in my living room with babies playin' peekaboo
I said ain't nobody comin’ through to save us
Ain't nobody comin' through to save us, wait, wait
[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody comin' through to save us
Climbin' from the bottom, we just tryna find a way up
Mama work two jobs, but she still don't really make enough
I got all these cars across the yard, the neighbors hate my guts
[Verse]
But I gotta suck it up and I gotta make it work
We thirty days late on the rent and today the first
We tired of TV dinners and we tired of hand-me-downs
Now it's time to stand on business, ain't no time for standin' down
Mama ain't had no help, mama deserves a hand
She had to teach two boys how to become a man
She did the best she could givеn the circumstance
But I went and pickеd up some weight like I’m on a workout plan
Something gotta give before everything breaks
Every night, my mama prayed and she still ain’t catch a break
Her lil' boy become a florist, sellin’ flowers by the crates
I know that ain't make her proud, at least her bills was gettin' paid, me, me
Comin' from the concrete jungle made a silverback
Made it out the trap with plenty scratches, but I’m still intact
Crabs inside the bucket, oh, they'd love if they could pull me back
Thought they was homies 'til they folded like a laundromat
There's a lengthy list of shit I could've fallen victim too
Boy, that block is hot, we pullin' pistols like a wisdom tooth
I could be inside a wooden box or eatin' prison food
Instead, I'm in my living room with babies playin' peekaboo
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