Lyrics Momma Told Me - EARTHGANG , JID
Walking
round
the
house
searching
for
all
the
just
to
my
bullshit
I'm
finally
finding
how
hard
it
is
to
fight
the
sin
Starting
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
cartridge,
need
a
spark,
inside
to
go
and
get
a
jump
from
Mister
and
Misses
who
I
was
arguing
Tossing
up
at
the
thought
of
men
Mention
of
the
offer,
two
cent
from
the
other
one
like
a
curse
or
something
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
beg
with
what
gon
starve
the
kids
Shoulda
known
our
is
was
here
Right
round
every
corner
We
was
killing
time
and
picket
signs
til
slumber
snuck
up
on
us
but,
but,
but
Ain't
I
blessed
though
And
I'm
stressed
lord
Ya,
ya,
ya,
ya,
ya
Free
all
my
vessels
In
all
context,
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
Momma
told
me
it
would
be
like
this
Momma
told
me
Momma
told
me
Momma
told
me
it
would
be
like
this
Okay
mama
said
go
go
Pops
said
hit
the
ground
running,
get
the
dough,
though
I
put
your
shit
at
the
door,
though
Blood,
sweat,
tears
for
the
articles
People
in
four
doors
We
are
in
the
age
of
the
promo
I
been
around
killas
and
good
niggas
who
live
independent
The
only
difference
is
the
depth
of
your
vision
Some
niggas
never
been
nowhere
so
they
sight
real
limits
and
government
house
and
a
bunch
of
niggas
It's
the
same
premise,
different
day,
same
pimpin
Pull
a
propaganda
out
the
ceiling,
pull
a
rabbit
out
ya
hat
Pull
a
bitch,
I
got
a
batch
Bullet
miss
and
hit
a
negro
hit
in
his
designer
cap
I
hope
them
boys
find
him
'fore
we
find
him
cuz
my
niggas
ain't
fine
with
that
Don
Juan,
I'm
prime
with
the
ensemble
and
bomb
at
the
wonton
but
the
drama
is
uncommon
but
nah
And
it
don't
take
a
gun
to
show
that
I
ain't
fucking
with
y'all
I
say
it
everyday
but
that
ain't
make
it
this
way
Ok,
ok,
ok
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
All
my
niggas
talk
like
yo
cotton
picking
ancestors
That
don't
make
us
stupid,
we
just
deeply
rooted
Saturday
action
includes
stabbing
and
shooting,
hit
the
church
with
bloody
shirt
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
morning
Pleasure
my
dick
with
nighttime
privileges
when
I
want
it
I'm
fiending
but
I
don't
need
it
to
function
I
go
dumb
like
locking
keys
in
the
trunk
After
the
storm,
harvest
season
will
come
Watching
porn
while
I'm
chiefing
a
blunt
These
rappers
corn
but
niggas
eat
that
shit
up
My
momma
warned
me
of
the
evils
to
come
I
should've
listened
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
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