Tha Joker - Hey Mama (Chapter 2) lyrics

Talk to my mama these days more than I ever have Seen so many changes so I don’t really know how to stand I don’t really trust nobody, erybody be on something Don’t even answer my phone, everybody just want some Surrounded by my friends but somehow I feel lonesome Confiding in my b**h but now I swear I don’t want one I was raised wrong, I just ain’t had no father figure Present in my home So I used daddy’s hell excuse for how I carry on Loading up the carry on, need to call my mama Tryina get paper in ways that I know she wouldn’t be proud of Dealing with the d**h and graces, the lakes are filling with tears That was my mother, when I wife em My mother so many years, want to apologize baby Just hopin that you forgive me We both know that I ain’t keepin a loud sponsored links And while you was here, call your people Take on them, even when you feel like you don’t need em Cause this gonn be like cardiac arrest when you can’t see em Weed is my freedom, but that sh** don’t take my freedom Why the f** am I so selfish when I know my … Guess I’m stunting like my dad Feel I relieve, been watching myself become the one I’m vowed to never be as seen Arianna in a year, real talk, blame it on the mother But don’t never say … fault I was just young with an addiction of leading girls into feelings No intentions to ever beeing the one that’s meant for pleading Coming from a place with jesus, since all we have to believe in Who they yell about convictions and condequence for concieving Twisting ..in my slumber I’m steady dealing with demons If he seeming like the people who leave you the one who need ya Had to several ties with several, these friends can be so deceiving Tryina salvage thoughts you laughing the ones who ain’t stop believing No more young stunting my videos But we still cool, the b**hes over digits I just miss when we was real cool Not my n***as, not my hoes Not even obama Hit me out when I jailing Just my motherf**ing mama Hey mama, hey mama please just pray for your son I wonder, I wonder, will better days are there come Still smoking, and drinking, living my life in sin Just hopin and praying, he’ll always … my sin.