Momma Told Me (feat. J.I.D)

(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