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Rich The Kid & YoungBoy - Sorry Momma (ft. Rod Wave) INSTRUMENTAL
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Brayon S. Nelson
Brayon S. Nelson
Songwriter
Dimitri Leslie Roger
Dimitri Leslie Roger
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mook
Mook
Producer
CashMoney AP
CashMoney AP
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I'm sorry momma but this money, that's what made a nigga Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' to chase a nigga Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a nigga We different breeds so I can see that's why they hate a nigga My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish I wish you would see it everyday I'm stunnin' I wish I can show how we came from nothin' I'm sorry momma, know this money here done made a nigga Now I got all these goddamn hundreds, still can't change a nigga Back then, they said I wasn't shit, now they want take a picture I was tryna save the money for some Bentley switches I was tryna make a 50 turned it to a million They ain't think I was gon' make it but them niggas silly Damn, I wish I could have brought all of my brothers with me When we was tryna pay the bills, you wasn't starvin' with me But I done ran the money up, I bought a Benz for momma These hundreds might drive me insane, all these damn commas Gotta watch my back, I keep these fuckin' heater on me Got my neck and wrist a freezer, better not creep up on me I'm sorry momma but this money, that's what made a nigga Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' to chase a nigga Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a nigga We different breeds so I can see that's why they hate a nigga My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish I wish you would see it everyday I'm stunnin' I wish I can show how we came from nothin' Like how long Bentleys whippin' out, we spendin' cash night to mornin' I think about you every time, I know this all you had wanted These bitches steady be out here lyin', just can't keep it one hundred I'm tryna stay from 'cross state lines so I won't run, I pun it I hope for good times with my momma 'cause we still be at odds I went to jail and came back and bitch, I'm still livin' large Duck from that iron, we strung some back but take it all up with God Know once I'm gone, I can't come back, I'm thinkin' 'bout my lil' boy But it ain't much that I believe I just, I can't see Use the smoke to take the pain It's back to back but I can't breathe, I just And this image that I hold up, it make it hard to see my knees, I just Everyday I'm thankin' God but it's still hard to hit my knees but I'm sorry momma but this money, that's what made a nigga Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' to a nigga Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a nigga We different breeds so I can see that's why they hate a nigga My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish I wish you would see it everyday I'm stunnin' I wish I can show how we came from nothin' Uh, we came from nothing that's the reason they can't understand They say my partner killed his partner for a couple grams Fresh out that bottom, country boy, I'll holla at the top They told me "Bro go chase your dreams, and don't ever stop" While Pops in prison, Moms is busy, I jumped off the porch Grew up too fast, young wilding man, not knowing I would blow Running with Chance, writing raps, that was my thing too Until I see two of them came through in Mustang Coupes I've been tryna get some sleep so I've been sipping syrup Remember bro brought me to his block and let me serve He told me leave from 'round this bitch and go and shop the world I came home from my foot, thought he was dead on the curb I'm sorry momma but this money, that's what made a nigga Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' to chase a nigga Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a nigga We different breeds so I can see that's why they hate a nigga My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish I wish you would see it everyday I'm stunnin' I wish I can show how we came from nothin'
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Dimitri Roger, Alex Petit, Brayon Nelson, Rodarius Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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