(Intro)
This some old shit
Yeah

(Verse 1)
I can't breathe momma
I know it's hard for you to sleep momma
You up thinking I'm out here in these streets momma
Stomach hurting, I'm out here trying to eat momma
Imma win the right way, I don't cheat momma
I ain't sell it, I just put it on a beat momma
Yeah I'm talking 'bout my soul can't you see momma?
And I don't even talk to pops, I'm his seed momma
Supposed to be my dad, barely is a friend
Trynna build relationships, let the story end
I ain't even hit him up when he was in the penn
Cause he ain't even hit me up when I was turning ten
Fuck it, got bigger doors to kick down
Trynna get with the shawty that's on the Get Down
Trynna win me Grammy for all my sins now
I've been building this story, but it begins now

(Hook)
Momma hit my phone
Conversation wasn't that long
She said "what you doing this weekend?"
Don't know, I won't be home
She said "when you coming back home?"
Got no answer, girl I don't know
I'm out working, getting this money
Think I'm out here selling my soul
X2

(Verse 2)
Why momma gotta ask me if I love myself?
Dated Bri, lost her then I lost myself
By the look on my face, she knew I needed help
In that room last year, it was a living hell
White walls, no story, nothing I can tell
With that bottle in my hand, wanna ring the bell
Then she moved me downstairs, now I'm feeling well
Thoughts treat me like a warden, was a living cell
They hate me, so I need that vest
I can't breathe, can you feel my chest
Come save me, getting beat by stress
She crave me, but I ain't that pressed
Gave me what can end this quest
Should've died but I guess I'm blessed
Should've cried because all that stress
I Let it pass, but it ain't no test
Living fast, I can't fear no death
Look momma, yea I know I'm a mess

(Hook)
Momma hit my phone
Conversation wasn't that long
She said "what you doing this weekend?"
Don't know, I won't be home
She said "when you coming back home?"
Got no answer, girl I don't know
I'm out working, getting this money
Think I'm out here selling my soul
X2