Sorry Momma Lyrics

Sorry mama I been stuck in the trap

In the red I could never go back

I been scamming and been flipping them packs

Any means gotta get me a bag

In the booth tryna get me a plaque

In the raps and in the trap

Either or I could get you some crack

Home run when I'm up at the bat

When I was broke I was uncomfortable

I used to shower with roaches

Before I was stone I was in love with you

But you just left my heart broken

You taught me to stay focused

I Bossed up like the POTUS

All these groupies bitches bogus

Cum buckets tryna get noticed

Big racks with a bonus

Big glock let her hold it

I remember them nights I was crying

When my Pops and my momma was fighting

All of my grades was declining

I used to spent my lunch periods fighting

I was in a quiet storm

There was thunder there was lightning

Fought my demons on the nightly

I learned not to get frightened

I used walk to the store with bag full of change

That's why I hate coins in my pocket

I was washing tens till i made it a frank

Hit the trap and I ain't been the same

They saying I been grinding too much

My Anxiety tell me I ain't doin enough

Got a pornstar that's chewin me up

Then I Light up this blunt back to runnin it up

I ain't been home in a couple of months

Mama worried I know she going nuts

Father know I'm tryna get to the bucks

I'm just thankful you supporting the dream

I remember when we fought when I dropped my first song back when I was 15

Appreciate you put ya faith in me

Back then I thought you was hatin' on me

Now it feel like niggas waiting on me

My brody told me stop loving these strippers

But he stay w a pole

And when he gon get you he prolly gon strip you next day ya shit prolly sold

Get the pack then we give it and go

Easy score like a pick and a roll

Sometimes I miss you but I'll never forget how you used to move like a hoe

And when I was w you I'll never forget when the love wasn't there anymore

Ya bullshit I won't stand anymore

Hold on, Damn

Bro got the pros to open a chime then we boutta cash out at Neimans

Back when I was broke all of these dimes ain't used to act like they need me

Pullup get em treeshy

Damn

Sorry mama I been stuck in the trap

In the red I could never go back

I been scamming and been flipping them packs

Any means gotta get me a bag

In the booth tryna get me a plaque

In the raps and in the trap

Either or I could get you some crack

Home run when I'm up at the bat

When I was broke I was uncomfortable

I used to shower with roaches

Before I was stone I was in love with you

But you just left my heart broken

You taught me to stay focused

Sorry mama I been stuck in the trap

In the red I could never go back

I been scamming and been flipping them packs

Any means gotta get me a bag

In the booth tryna get me a plaque

In the raps and in the trap

Either or I could get you some crack

Home run when I'm up at the bat

When I was broke I was uncomfortable

I used to shower with roaches

Before I was stone I was in love with you

But you just left my heart broken

You taught me to stay focused