So, now Don't call me, nigga Talking about bailin' you outta jail Because your stupid ass over there stole a fuck Tryna impress a friend And I'm a single parent, I've got bills to pay I'm not bailin' you out of jail because you're just stupid as fuck Yeah, momma told me not to come over there Y'all niggas lost and you trapped in your thoughts (mmm) 'Cause you shoot and you kill over lang', you ain't ball (mmm) Y'all probably gon' end up dead or in jail (mmm) Momma told me not to come over there (mmm) Y'all niggas smoke and you drink till it's dark (mmm) And you think that it's smart and I heard you sell dope (mmm) And you rob and you still shoot your guns in the air (mmm) Momma told me not to come over there (bih) Y'all niggas bang and you all from a gang (bih) And you hang and you press little niggas like me (bih) Outside a area, nobody care (bih) Momma told me not to come over there (bih) Y'all with the shits, I was born with a gift (bih) And if I fall in love, y'all come unwrap it quick (bih) So I make sure that I'll never prevent (bih) Momma told me not to come over there (bih, bih, bih, bih) That ain't the move and niggas is goons (what?) And that I'm a real nigga, shit isn't cool (bih) And that I should never abide by the rules of the street (ooh, ooh) Shit is real and it's also not real (hey) Spray what you claim and fuck up the bill Let's spray up the party and rake all the bodies Nobody gon' stop till somebody get killed (mmm) Momma told me not to come over there (ooh) But that's how y'all knew, the bread in the booth I liked baby pink at the time (mmm) Homie made sure nobody came to press lines, fine Momma told me not to come over there (mmm, yeah) But y'all treat me right, y'all handle my fights (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And told me not to ever, ever, ever, ever pick up this life (yeah, yeah) I hope I did right (yeah) Father told me nothin', fuck it I understand as a man that I wasn't his plan (woo, woo, woo) Had some other ideas in his head I hold no grudges, I heard he a fan Pocket teller heavy, help the swedish betty crocker (mmm) I wake every mornin', gettin' ready (mmm) Happy as a motherfucker, spent five hundred thousand (mmm) Ain't think nothin' of it, that must count for somethin', right? (Yeah) Life, got the cheese, want a slice? (Uh, yeah) Got the cheese, what am I's? (Yeah) With the pussy, what's my vice? Blue on the bike Shit sweet, like rice With the sugar and the butter, got it from my grandmother (mmm) I don't like the salt and pepper, lil' nigga from the gutter (mmm) I don't show it, but I know it (know it) I'm a painter, not a poet (not a poet) Get the picture, come together (mmm) Like stitches in a scar Daddy gone, I ain't lyin' (la-la) That's a bar, yeah, I said it (uh, uh) Like alarm, now set it (la-la) Like speak, when you read it (uh) Like bleed Momma told me, 1970 Youngest of seven, it wasn't heavenly Home was southcentral, schools beverly Brother locked up, sister strung out High school president, ran for it Had the chance to move out, ran for it Love them africans, met one Let him in, when they got to knew you, ran for it (ooh) Told me I popped out, and I was perfect, she ain't need to plan for it (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Knew I was the future, she was clairvoyant (hey, hey, hey, hey) Touched me and she kissed the hand (woo, woo, hey, woo) Me and her, we ain't need a man (hey, hey, hey, hey) College courses with me in her hand (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Ask her why she didn't have a plan b She said I wouldn't understand Then, she had a daughter, the father had a baby momma (baby momma) Causin' problems, momma almost caught a gun charge-uh, 'cause of drama (phew-phew-phew) Court case, hair gone (gone) Weight gone, bare bones (bones) Switch arms, ain't right to me, left for me She would always fight for me, yeah, she'd always protect And she got a momma who got a boyfriend who ain't know how to keep hands to himself (mmm, hands to himself, nigga) I was raised in a house full of love I was raised on that type of time Niggas say, she did a good job Duh, bitch, I turned out fine Duh, bitch, I turned out fine Lookin' at him, bitch, I turned out fine (ooh) Say what you want, bitch, I turned out fine (hoo, hoo, hoo) Someday, it's hope, but I turned out fine Can't have it all, now I have it all (woo) 'Cause I had it all, bitch, I turned out fine (woo) Bitch, I turned out fine I am the guy, bitch, I turned out fine Look at this house, bitch, I turned out fine (turned out fine) Look at these kids, I turned out fine Look at these bitches, I turned out fine Look at these bitches, I turned out fine Look at these bitches, I turned out fine Look at these niggas, I turned out fine Look at these bitches, I turned out fine Look at these bitches, I turned out fine Mother