KENDRICK LAMAR - Momma lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Oh shit! Oh, I need that
I need that sloppy
That sloppy like a Chevy in quicksand
That sloppy
(Verse)
This feeling is unmatched
This feeling is brought to you by adrenaline & good rap
Black ball cap (West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back (West, west, west)
Been in it befo' internet had new acts
Mimickin' radio's nemesis may be wack
My innocence limited the experience lacked
Ten of us wit no tentative tactic that cracked
The mind of a literate writer but I did it in fact
Ya admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plastic
Remember scribbling scratching diligent sentences backwards
Visitin' freestyle ciphers fo' yo reaction
Now I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest
Gambling Benjamin benefits, sitting in traffic
Spinning women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion
Winning in every decision, Kendrick is master & mastered it
Isn't it luvly how menace has turned attraction?
Pivoting rappers, finish yo fraction while writin' blue magic
Thank God fo' rap, I would say it got me a plaque
But what's betta than that? The fact it brought me back home
(Hook)
We been waiting fo' ya
Waiting fo' ya
Waiting fo' ya
Waiting fo' ya
(Verse 2)
I know everythin', I know myself
I know morality, spirituality, good & bad health
I know fatality might haunt you
I know everythin', I know Compton
I know street shit, I know shit that's conscious, I know everythin'
I know lawyers, advertisement & sponsors
I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma
I know everythin', I know history
I know the universe works mentally
I know the perks of bullshit isn't meant fo' me
I know everythin', I know cars, clothes, hoes & money
I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's Ornery
I know everythin', the highs to lows to groupies & junkies
I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision
I know you know that lines from Compton School District
Just give it to the kids, don’t gossip about how it was distributed
I know how people work, I know the price of life
I know how much it’s worth, I know what I know & I know it well
Not to eva forget until I realized I didn’t know shit
The day I came home
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
I met a little boy that resembled my features
Nappy afro, gap in his smile
Hand me down sneakers bounced thru' the crowd
Running home & the man & woman that crossed him
Sum' beaming on his beady beads exhausted
Tossing footballs wit his ashy black ankles
Breaking new laws momma passed on home training
He looked at me & said Kendrick you do know my language
Ya just forgot because of what public schools had painted
Oh, I forgot don't kill my vibe, that's right you're famous
I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taking
But neva mind you're here right now don't you mistake it
It's just a new trip, take a glimpse at yo family's ancestor
Make a new list, of everythin' you thought was progress
& that was bullshit, I mean yo life is full of turmoil
Spoiled by fantasies of who you are
I feel bad fo' you
I can attempt to enlighten you witout frightening you
If you resist, I'll back off go catch a flight or two
But if you pick, destiny ova rest in peace
Than be an advocate go tell yo homies especially
To come back home
(Interlude)
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
(Verse 4)
I been looking fo' ya my whole life & neva die
Fo' the feelin' I can barely describe, where ya reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
Tell me sumethin' got me losin' my mind, AH!
Ya make me wanna jump
(Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump)
(Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump)
I been looking fo' ya my whole life & neva die
Fo' the feelin' I can barely describe, where ya reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
Tell me sumethin' got me losin' my mind, AH!
I say where ya at, from the front to the back
I'm lookin' fo' ya I react, only when ya react
Ah, I thought I found ya , back in the ghetto
When I was seventeen wit the .38 special
Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real
Maybe only the wealthy get to know how ya feel
Maybe I'm paranoid, ha, maybe I don't need ya anyway
Don't lie to me I'm suicidal anyway
I can be yo advocate
I can preach fo' ya if ya tell me what the matter is
