Livin’

[Chorus]
Mamaaaaaaaaa I'm sorry
I ain't livin' like you want me to
I swear you've got a probleeeeem
I swear I ain't got nothing left to prove

[Verse]
I don't got no time for you today
I'm not in that kind of mood today
Play your role
Propeeeeer
Ain't like your bullshit gon' stop us
Caramel in Bahamas
I don't like that drama
You be bringing out here
Keep your Moncler
Issa cold winter
Winner circle white, never been cleaner
Seeing all the hate in the rear view mirror
I ain't been to church in a while I'm a sinner
I ain't a saint no no no no
Keep your complaints oh no no no
Yes I'm trouble in a gift box oh
I've got the keys in a tight spot oh
[???] <-- (Freestyle mumbling)
I like to keep all the light box off
Keep on stylin'
Keep on pilin'
All that money you'll be thankful
I think you greatful
For all the shit I've pulled through
All the shit I've been through
Pull up in a [?]
Pull up in a lambo

[Chorus]
Oooooooooooh mamaaa, I'm sorry
I ain't livin' like you want me tooooo
And you've always got a fucking probleeeeeeeeem
I swear I ain't got nothing left to prove

And I don't got no time for you today keep that shit
And I don't got no time for you today keep that shit on the low-low
I don't want to hear it no more noooooo
Mamaaaa
I ain't livin' like you want me to

Mamaaaaaaa