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...To the things I'm doing for dollars You said: "Boy, you better watch your back Your pops in jail, remember that" Momma it get like that You said: "Don't call me for no bail money" Thought I could call for anything I thought you cared for me You said: "Keenon, keep that bitch out my house" I said [?] You said: "This your place?" Nah, this is Section 8 Smacked me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga" Like mmm... momma you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya "You gon' treat me like this? And you know I have seizures You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers" Damn, now I'm feeling less than a man Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand I'm sorry momma... [Hook: Ty Dolla Sign] I'm sorry momma, I know I ain't shit I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't slick Your last dollars... Yeah, that was me who stole 'em out your purse (What?) yeah, I know it hurts I remember days we used to go to church SongtexteI used to fall asleep, that shit used to work your nerves I remember when you had surgery [?] You're like Superwoman in my eyes You do a lot to be blind out of one eye But you ain't let that hold you back You [?] on your marathon and run your laps I broke into houses and sold stolen things for you I know that ain't the type of things your son should do Aus Songtexte Mania