Momma Told Me

(Burn the candle at both ends)
 (Hopped up, hopped up on propane)
 (Crowded, down here, with my bold friend, huh)
 Walkin' 'round the house, searchin' for all the just to my bullshit
 I'm fightin', findin' how hard it is to fight the sin
 Startin' to find a sense, when Momma used to say
 "Child, when you finish, you better light a candle 'fore you park this bitch"
 I light the cart, just need a spark, decide to go and get
 A jump from Mister and Missus, who always arguin'
 Tossin' up at the thought of them mention of the offer
 To send from the other one, like a curse or somethin'
 When they both plagued, when they both sick
 Like, what you got? How you get it?
 They'll lock yo' ass up for this, if I can't do it
 You gon' have to bear with what's gon' starve the kids
 Shoulda known our ears was here
 Right 'round every corner, we was killin' time
 And pickin' sides 'til slumber snuck up on us
 But, but, but, ain't I blessed, though
 And I'm stressed, Lord
 Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
 Free all my vessels, in all contexts, though
 In all confines, in all Congos, in all correctionals
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Told-told-told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Okay, Momma said "Go, go"
 Pops said, "Hit the ground runnin', get the dough, though
 I put your shit at the door, though"
 Blood, sweat, tears for the articles, people, and photos
 We are in the age of the promo
 I been around killers and good niggas who live independent
 The only difference is the depth of yo' vision
 Some niggas never been nowhere so they sight real limits
 In government housin' and a bunch of niggas
 It's the same premise, different day, same pimpin'
 Pullin' propaganda out the ceiling
 Pull a rabbit out ya hat, pull a bitch, I got a batch
 Bullet missed and his a nigga right in his designer cap
 I hope them boys find 'em 'fore we find 'em 'cause my niggas ain't fine with that
 Don Juan, I'm prime with the ensemble
 And bomb at the wonton
 But the drama, it's uncommon, but, nah
 And it don't take a gun to show that I ain't fuckin' with y'all
 I say it every day, but I ain't make this way
 Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this (yeah)
 All my niggas talk like yo' cotton-pickin' ancestors
 That don't make us stupid, we just deeply rooted
 Saturday action and clues, stabbings and shootings
 Hit the church with bloody shirts
 And mumble through the communion, amen
 Hey, man, say, man, way back when we was kids
 We used to think we was invincible
 Oh shit, we not
 We drop like flies from homicides every Thursday
 Fuck it, I like bitches that know how to make grits right
 Take dick like she might do jiu-jitsu
 Hindu stretches in the mornin'
 Pleasure my dick with nighttime priviliges when I want it
 I'm fiendin' but I don't need it to function
 I'll go dumb, like lockin' the keys in the truck
 After the storm, harvest season will come
 Watchin' porn while I'm chiefin' the blunt
 These rappers corn but niggas eat that shit up
 My momma warned me of the evils to come, I shoulda listened
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Told-told-told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 
 (Burn the candle at both ends)
 (Hopped up, hopped up on propane)
 (Crowded, down here, with my bold friend, huh)
 Walkin' 'round the house, searchin' for all the just to my bullshit
 I'm fightin', findin' how hard it is to fight the sin
 Startin' to find a sense, when Momma used to say
 "Child, when you finish, you better light a candle 'fore you park this bitch"
 I light the cart, just need a spark, decide to go and get
 A jump from Mister and Missus, who always arguin'
 Tossin' up at the thought of them mention of the offer
 To send from the other one, like a curse or somethin'
 When they both plagued, when they both sick
 Like, what you got? How you get it?
 They'll lock yo' ass up for this, if I can't do it
 You gon' have to bear with what's gon' starve the kids
 Shoulda known our ears was here
 Right 'round every corner, we was killin' time
 And pickin' sides 'til slumber snuck up on us
 But, but, but, ain't I blessed, though
 And I'm stressed, Lord
 Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
 Free all my vessels, in all contexts, though
 In all confines, in all Congos, in all correctionals
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Told-told-told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Okay, Momma said "Go, go"
 Pops said, "Hit the ground runnin', get the dough, though
 I put your shit at the door, though"
 Blood, sweat, tears for the articles, people, and photos
 We are in the age of the promo
 I been around killers and good niggas who live independent
 The only difference is the depth of yo' vision
 Some niggas never been nowhere so they sight real limits
 In government housin' and a bunch of niggas
 It's the same premise, different day, same pimpin'
 Pullin' propaganda out the ceiling
 Pull a rabbit out ya hat, pull a bitch, I got a batch
 Bullet missed and his a nigga right in his designer cap
 I hope them boys find 'em 'fore we find 'em 'cause my niggas ain't fine with that
 Don Juan, I'm prime with the ensemble
 And bomb at the wonton
 But the drama, it's uncommon, but, nah
 And it don't take a gun to show that I ain't fuckin' with y'all
 I say it every day, but I ain't make this way
 Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this (yeah)
 All my niggas talk like yo' cotton-pickin' ancestors
 That don't make us stupid, we just deeply rooted
 Saturday action and clues, stabbings and shootings
 Hit the church with bloody shirts
 And mumble through the communion, amen
 Hey, man, say, man, way back when we was kids
 We used to think we was invincible
 Oh shit, we not
 We drop like flies from homicides every Thursday
 Fuck it, I like bitches that know how to make grits right
 Take dick like she might do jiu-jitsu
 Hindu stretches in the mornin'
 Pleasure my dick with nighttime priviliges when I want it
 I'm fiendin' but I don't need it to function
 I'll go dumb, like lockin' the keys in the truck
 After the storm, harvest season will come
 Watchin' porn while I'm chiefin' the blunt
 These rappers corn but niggas eat that shit up
 My momma warned me of the evils to come, I shoulda listened
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Told-told-told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this
 Momma told me, Momma told me
 Momma told me it would be like this