Sorry Momma

Momma said I ain't acting like her son

'Cause I'm getting money Momma,

you ain't giving me none

You can't buy me them J's that come out tomorrow

So get used to the things that I'm doing 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 out my house"

I said I'm 18

You said: "This your place?" Nah, this is Section 8

Smacked me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga"

Like mmm... momma you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya

"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 feeling less than a man

'Cause you birth me and

I was actin' like I couldn't understand

I'm sorry momma...

Let me take some weight off your shoulders

I'm singing to momma

You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over

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 IVs that hurt 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 wheeled on your marathon and run 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

I'm sorry momma

Let me take some weight off your shoulders

I'm singing to momma

You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over

I'm sorry momma

Let me take some weight off your shoulders

I'm singing to momma

You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over