Momma

[Verse 1: YG]
Momma said, I ain't actin' like her son,
‘Cause I'm gettin' money, momma, you ain't givin' me none,
You can't buy me them J's that come out tomorrow,
So get used to the things that I'm doin' for dollars.
You said, “Boy, you better watch your back.
Your pops in jail, remember that!”
Momma, it get like that.
You said, “Don't call me for no bail money!”
Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me.
You said, “Keenon, keep that bitch outta my house!”
I said, “I'm eighteen,” you said, “This your place?”
Nah, this is Section Eight.
Smacked me like, bah! “You little disrespectful nigga!”
Like mmm, momma, you lucky, lucky I can't hitcha,
“You gon' treat me like this? And you know I have seizures.
You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers.”
Damn, now I'm feelin' less than a man,
‘Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand,
I'm sorry, momma...

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
I'm singin' to momma,
Let me take some weight off your shoulders.
I'm singin' to momma,
You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over.

[Verse 2: YG]
I'm sorry, momma, I know I ain't shit,
I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't slick,
Your last dollars,
Yeah, that was me who stole ‘em out your purse.
What? Yeah, I know it hurts.
I remember days we used to go to church,
I used to fall asleep, that shit used to work your nerves,
I remember when you had surgery,
In a wheelchair hooked to IV's, that hurted me.
You're like Superwoman in my eyes,
You do a lot to be blind out of one eye,
But you ain't let that hold you back,
You went on your marathon and ran your laps.
I broke into houses and sold stolen things for you,
I know that ain't the type of things your son should do,
You gave birth to me, I love you and thank you,
Just know you're well-appreciated.

[Chorus]