THA JOKER - Hey Mama (Chapter 2) lyrics

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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 bitch 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 death 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

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 shit don’t take my freedom

Why the fuck 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 bitches over digits

I just miss when we was real cool

Not my niggas, not my hoes

Not even obama

Hit me out when I jailing

Just my motherfucking 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.