(Trotsky) don't hide the ways I've tried it

Just not right it's, killin' me tonight

And it's just shit I just don't speak about, yeah

Don't hide the ways I've tried it (listen)

Ay (just not right it's killin' me tonight)

And I just hope my mama understand, yeah

And I just hope my mama understand, yeah

Ay, it's just shit I just don't speak about, yeah

Listen, baby, there are some things I gotta let you know

It was real when I was down, it's pretty hard for me to let you go

Love you, you're my brother, I'm gon' step right at you, right or wrong

I ain't the type to vent, so I'm gon' put my feelings in this shit

And I just hope my mama understand

You know I'm young, I'm still aware of the life of a man

Your birthday present from your son, don't know his low ass plan

Just let the time show, I swear I'm putting karmas in your hand

I'm just rap shit on Jen, not the type to fear men

Mama, say the word, I swear I drop a **** on command

Listen to this song, you'll understand my love for the fiend

A single mother, but prove as if she had a man

I might just move us to the T, so I can see my sis

My mama see potential, so I put my all up in this shit

Since 45, writing this song, my brother said this hit

Watched that place some years ago, it's still her like a bitch

Tejana, I love you to the death, free dough out the pit

Didn't call my phone, I'm slurring through, and let me think he did

Never asked for a helping hand, I was taught to figure out

Early morning, SWAT teams and tanks outside my mama's house

For real, ****, yeah (yeah for real)

And I just hope my mama understand

And I just hope my mama understand, **** yeah

This is shit I just don't speak about

And I just hope my mama understand (just hope my mama understand)

I know I'm young, I'm still aware of the life of a man

No birthday present from your son, don't always go as planned

Just let the time show, I swear I'm putting commas in your head

I just rap shit on jam, not the type to fear men

Mama, say the word, I swear I drop a **** on command

Listen to this song, you'll understand my love for the fam

A single mother, but provided as if she had a man

Don't hide the ways I've tried it (I just hope my mama understand)

Just not right it's, killin' me tonight

I don't hide the ways I've tried it

Just not right it's, killin' me tonight

(It's the shit I really don't think about)

So-whoa, so-whoa. whoa

So-whoa, so-whoa. whoa

So-whoa, so-whoa. whoa

So-whoa, so-whoa. whoa