Somebody Moma's Son Lyrics

I'm somebody's momma's son, moma somebody Tryna kill your son, they put some money

on my noggin If I don't come home tonight, don't bother

to call me I'm dealing with these demons, I'm tired of

runnin', runnin', tired

My flow childish, wait till it mature

I'm this shit like a toddler, grew up with no father

Used to be a failure, smoke a pound of feathers Get high till I get cancer

On the road like taxis, ask the plug Why he taxing, he show love

I was half, my life's a book, this a chopper Story of a scam rapper, time traveler, financer

Wait on my back, knees can't handle, no tortelles, no tattles

Young, gold, black, panther style, free aliexpress My last bitch was toxic, gave her ass ten thousand

Baby mama taught to act like, she don't know me, act like

We done fucked the hedges, baby bitch, you told me

That you'll never put your child through a life like mine

I done lost so much in one lifetime Lord, save my soul, I done lost my mind

On the road so long, I done lost my home I'm somebody's son, momma's somebody

Really want me dead, they put some money on my conscience

If I don't come home today, don't worry, God guide me

Fighting with these demons like I'm boxing Mike Tyson

Running from my problems, got me tired and exhausted

Better days are coming, I'm blessed to see tomorrow

On this beat, I'm humping, you say fuck me, then it's fuck you

Grew up in the mud, how I rose, they be wondering

Photos make me uncomfortable, I don't post on Instagram

Been rich before unemployment scams, sold all my sauce on Telegram

Really got rich on Snapchat, made a quarter million, gave it back

No regrets, no tippity-tap, throw up the five, no jibber-jab

On my toes, no tic-tac, die slow, live fast

It's all good, my bad, all blues in my bag

Out my body in my bag, ride this beat like high to hell

Only time can tell where I'm in

Money to the Lord, son, come and get sin

I name my son the Jesus, because I know that God is within

Going through trials and tribulations, I'm a dying, living legend

Spread my wings, fly with the wind

Hail on my head, worth a couple bands

Too much money for a rubber band

Edd made American great again

Say to the children, take the land

I don't sleep in any bed

I can't trust no bitch

Open eyes when I kiss

Apple watch on my wrist

Before the fame, I was rich

Before money, I was pissed

Before that, it was this

I'm somebody's mama, son

Mama, somebody

Trying to kill your son

They put some money on my noggin

If I don't come home tonight, don't bother to call me

I'm dealing with these demons

I'm tired of running

I'm dealing with these demons

I'm tired of running

I'm tired of running