Mommy - KOTA The Friend

You ain’t gotta change

You ain’t gotta play the game

Why you want to be like everybody else?

Boy, get your belt

Either that, or I’ma get it for you

I better see some good grades or I’ma put it on you

You insecure and it don’t make sense

You cute, smart, funny and skilled

I know some people that would kill for your talent

But you tripping over shit we can’t afford

This recession time

Better count your blessings, slime

You know how we living

You be eating at your auntie’s

She got food up in her kitchen

It won’t be this way forever

But right now that’s how it is

And if I could get you everything

Shit, I probably would

Then again I wouldn’t

'Cause it wouldn’t do you good

You better than a Yankee fitted

You better than some Uptowns

You better than your bad decisions

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you

You remind me of your dad

'Cause you ain’t shit

Every day you in this class

And your grades shit

Dumb nigga, what the fuck is going on?

Is you stupid, what is you doing?

Why I let 'em hit it raw?

I feel sorry for the both of us

And I don’t even mean to hurt your feelings

I’m sorry, I’m just going through it

Let’s go and get those Jordans you wanted

'Cause I can spend a few hundred

My son the flyest nigga in the school

Never see him in no off-brand

You know I’ma put you in them Gucci’s for the fall dance

I been working late

'Cause I gotta get this money

Overtime so you won’t be out here looking bummy

I’ll be damned

We gon' be the freshest if I got to run a scam

We don’t even conversate with broke ones

If the fit wack, then you show these niggas no love

'Bout to hit the club for the night

Here hold something

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you

I wish I had a mommy

I wish I had some clean clothes

I wish I had a family that gave a fuck

I wish I had a bed

I wish my shit was stable

'Cause I’m trying to go to college

And they pick you if your grades is up

My surrogate a crack addict

My sperm donor got out of prison, he back at it

I’m A.D.D., malnutritioned and asthmatic

I’m constantly the target of bullies that have status

And it’s overwhelming

But I’m the first one at the school though

And when I have kids they gon' always have the new clothes

When I graduate

I’m gon' get up out the hood

Even though I hate my father, put a million on his books

I don’t give a fuck, everybody laughing at my clothes

I don’t give a fuck, niggas won’t be laughing anymore

When I’m rich as fuck

And I’ma be there for my kids

I’ma make sure they ain’t never gotta live the way I’ve did, nah

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you