Who you talkin' bout, who the fuck want smoke?
I been with the gangstas from the time I spoke
Welcome to my universe, food stamps EBT
Just to make a couple dollars I made some deliveries
Blue rags coming out the Cadillac
I'm trying to get my life together
I don't see why
Roaches crawling out the cereal
And they don't ever run and hide
What's the dilly-o?
My mother said muthafucker don't you complain
If you wanna get it popping, get a job today
She started screaming, yelling you a fucking bum
Go get an application, are you fucking dumb?
Momma I been trying but nobody calls me back
I even got jumped on the bus in fact
Some gangstas on a bus said “homie where you from?”
Then before I knew it momma I was getting rushed
White-tees, black chucks
I was in the hood
Momma telling me I was up to no good
White-tees, black chucks
I was in the hood
Momma telling me I was up to no good
(Huh)
Momma telling me I was up to no good
(What)
Momma telling me I was up to no good
Moms guess what I got a job finally
She smiled like, who the fuck would hire me
Then she said Alex don't fucking lie to me
Where you been all day, this ain't the type of shit I need
Moms listen to me, please hear me out
I know you tired of me, lounging on the couch
My armpits and my hands got real sweaty
I said don't get mad, momma please don't you worry
I'm working with my friend, down the street his name is Will
He said that I could work for him and maybe work some deals
She said “what kind of deals?”, I said it pays the bills
She walked in to my room and found the drugs and dollar bills
Momma ain't speaking to me, now I'm living on my own
Microwaving noodles pizza from a day ago
I left a voicemail, missed calls back to back
Sorry I let you down but momma I'm back to rap
Sorry I let you down but momma I'm back to rap
White-tees, black chucks
I was in the hood
Momma telling me I was up to no good
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