Momma's Calling - EarthGang

Now when I started in this bitch I ain’t have no blessing

Nigga was too raw, I ain’t have no method

I’m looking for a light skin chick with no stressing but that’s hard to find

like deaths with no lessons

In pussies, I go reckless, aim at yo ho freckles

Done lost my damn mind, no time for proper burials

Make her pop that ass left and right then call it stereo

Straight from where they carry through and schedule you the next to go

You better duck boy I hear they packed an extra roll

You know the code nigga, mashed it, mobbin'

Kicked us out of Saks Fifth when my niggas falled in

We ain’t buying shit, we just here to start problems

Guess it’s cause I’m blacker than a muthafuckin' cauldron

He ain’t got no manners, he just tying up bandannas

We done forfeited our souls for more chains and control

And a Range and a Rove, hell I ain’t going back home

Momma I seen too many niggas I done grew up with, you know first round picks,

that Ricky get down shit

Or hit the court and lost it all man

He slipped up in the clutch, took a shot now he down for 20 falls man

This ain’t no Derrick Rose

These niggas ain’t got hope, nope give a fuck about yo Balmain winter coat

Yo main with her tote, my mane brought his tote

And after mufuckas hear this I ain’t going broke

Hopping out of planes shooting deuces screaming «cheerio»

Tryna see how I can get me a fucking pair of those

Stewardess, take a pose, move bitch throw them bows

Do this shit for Fulton County Stadium and now you know

Fuck a pot of gold, where that mine at

He a rare-as-fuck nigga tell me where you find that

Probably laying on his back

Black sands through the cracks

Snapping views of the hues in the mountains picture that

Torn between faith and foolishness

Smoking with a Buddhist bitch embracing nudity

Rude enough to drop a deuce inside your momma’s mouth and if she chewing it

The golden flakes inside my stool will turn her teeth to jewelry

Fumigate your home or illuminate your dome

But the roaches won’t leave until the lights come on

I might be froze, I’m colder than Poseidon in a minor’s vagina

Always welcome, never invited, I can’t help it

I’m clitoris lightning, shocking in a bitches box

When I get up inside it it’s minimal silence

Niggas out here talking bout wifin', like I’m supposed to respect it

Like I’ma think twice before I get that bitch naked

We still thankful for the blessings at the funerals and weddings

I’m cooler than my reflection in a pool of blood

I guess it’s my soul that the demons took a residence

Eviction is the goal on some trying to get to heaven shit, how 'bout it

Lord keep a nigga, lord use a nigga

Lord save a nigga, 'til they grim-reap a nigga

Prayers from a Ben-Hillbilly and a beacher nigga

Freaknik 94' I was only three, my nigga

So you know what the hometown glory mean to me my nigga

Acid in my eyes I still can’t fucking see my nigga

Vibe in the city that the industry raped

Live from the land where yo ancestors were slaves

Somebody please turn the lights on on 166, I can’t see where the fuck I’m going