Mama Called...

[Verse]
Hey Dad, you haven’t texted in a while
You and Mama haven’t talked and you ain’t focused on your child
I guess it’s cool, I never really expected more from you
Apparently I don’t have a parent that I wish I could run up to
And Mama called, asked “Do you know where yo’ Dad at?”
Probably somewhere up on the road, begging people for some CashApp money
Man this shit is not funny
Ever since that accident, like damn bruh, I’ve been bugging
Like this shit don’t make no sense, no bitch I just make dollars
All I have is fucking music cuz I know I’m not no scholar
Mama not proud, I’m hope she bumping my music
Trigger my head, pray to God I won’t pull it
Pray to God I won’t motherfucking use it
Gun smoke it to the air, I can’t breathe
I’m slaying all my demons, got me smoking through my teeth
Mama cooked some pie, love it when I smell the breeze
Mama just cook this time, I’m begging you please
Don’t fall
She could post on Insta’ but she won’t call
I can hit a 360, proceed to say I can’t ball
But that’s a lie
Hatred in my heart, I’m praying that you gon’ die
I don’t mean it I’m just in pain
I’m tryna not to go cry
This time
That’s my problem, I’m not really tryna solve ‘em
Police breaking down your door, they really tryna stop ‘em
And this isn’t hatred, this is for the coppers and the robbers
A kid with street knowledge could turn into a real popper
Hey, poppa

[Outro]
How you doin’, how you doin’, I said
How you doin’, how you doin’, we haven’t talked in a while
How you doin’, how you doin’, I said
How you doin’, how you doin’, we haven’t talked in a while
I said, we haven’t talked in a while
Hey baby, how you doin’, we haven’t talked in a while
Where you been? On the road, we haven’t talked in a while
Shit, we haven’t talked in a while