Yeah
Been a long time doin' this shit on my own
Been a lot of fake bitches that's hittin' my phone
Momma, I promise I'm doin' shit that you wouldn't condone
Spent the last year depressed and was feeling alone
Been a long time doin' this shit on my own
Been a lot of fake bitches that's hittin' my phone
Momma, I promise I'm doin' shit that you wouldn't condone
Spent the last year depressed and was feeling alone (Look, yeah)
Thought I was broken from that troubled state
Makin' that "Momma, I got in trouble" faces
So I had to put my pops on a couples lakes
I look for land in Riverside and only found a lake
Now I live in DTLA, rootin' for the Lakers
Screamin' from the roof tops, our money ain't make us
Thinkin' back to the past and think how much it changed us
And how I made it where I am 'cause I was advantageous
Momma told me stayin' stuck in my head would be dangerous
Back then writin' little raps, meant the mic was my paintbrush
Every acid tab I had that was leavin' my brain crushed
And I'm still lookin' for a bitch that'll give me the same rush
I still think about you everyday
Even though I moved to LA with a new bitch that I'm afraid to call bae
And how I'm a skinny vegan, I done switched from that number, ayy
I told my doctor that rappers consist my dinner plates
And how I smile everyday 'cause Mom's in a bigger place
Tryna get over the fact that whites tryna wipe my race
I just take all the hate and light to a [?]
And I just take a couple shrooms and watch it droop my face (Yeah)
Been a long time doin' this shit on my own
Been a lot of fake bitches that's hittin' my phone
Momma, I promise I'm doin' shit that you wouldn't condone
Spent the last year depressed and was feeling alone
Been a long time doin' this shit on my own
Been a lot of fake bitches that's hittin' my phone
Momma, I promise I'm doin' shit that you wouldn't condone
Spent the last year depressed and was feeling alone (Yeah)
But I say "Fuck 'em, " now they all talk
We takin' over, investin' brinks into private stocks
To me, these rappers is babblin' and that shit ain't hot
Niggas is rappin' about crack and never whipped a pot
Just did the math, I'm about to own the whole block
I'm tryna make a quarter million off a pair of socks
I seen these niggas blowin' up and they ain't barely hot
Rappin' about how they got shooters that run down your spot
Spent a couple months under the sun, had to relax
Dropped the negative energy that was holdin' me back
I soothe the pain in my muscles by chillin, smokin' the thrax
I come from it, now it ain't shit to blow on a pack
Chillin' with my homies, this shit is takin' me back
To the back of the hot garage where us niggas was writin' raps
Before I ever knew that J.Norm would have my back
Before a nigga saw cash, yeah
Been a long time doin' this shit on my own
Been a lot of fake bitches that's hittin' my phone
Momma, I promise I'm doin' shit that you wouldn't condone
Spent the last year depressed and was feeling alone
Been a long time doin' this shit on my own
Been a lot of fake bitches that's hittin' my phone
Momma, I promise I'm doin' shit that you wouldn't condone
Spent the last year depressed and was feeling alone