whrud up mama,
yea yea i am
yea mama i just said that
so, whats your point
i know mama, why you always riding me, you know i gotta get this shit off
yea mama its hard out here right now
haha you funny mama

ill be back tonight ill take you for dinner

CHOROUS
im sorry mama butchur baby wanna shine
thats why im hustilin till i make it, sayin fuck the 9-5
aint paying tax im taxin pussies, go through me, you wanna grind
cause i got dreams all in my sight, with all this money on my mind

im sorry momma but i aint worried bout the time
times running out with all this music theres no button for rewind
kick the door in with the mask, he in his lazy boi reclined
i pop the safe then flip the stash, nother pot of gold to find

im sorry mama that we always on the road,
give me year or two, i promise you, well put away the blow
theyll start paying me for verses what there payin for an o
coincidence they buying dope, damn, they aint even know

im sorry mama im tryna to stay away from hoes
but once im liquered up, they down to suck, its nice after show
ill find a lady, once im gravy, just minus the pa-tay-ters
a wifey, naw my life-be, just a crazy hi-ate-us

im sorry mama
but im just tryna to be the man
ill buy the house ill buy the car, then buy yatch i gotta plan
the cya lata aligators, in the swamp green, sand tan

balling like im dom-i-nique
hitting all the hole in ones
and since we ballin know we hit it, filled up all her holes at once

"im sorry mama"

if you want it, then mask up the game be the game shit..
you aint got ask us
your name be your name, go ahead and ask cuz



my momma was a hustler, so the shit is in my roots
told me wear two pairs of socks, cuff your jeans into your boots
never talk, and hold your ground, throw your first thats why you got em
and smash any mother fucker, thats giving you problems

CHOROUS
im sorry mama butchur baby wanna shine
thats why im hustilin till i make it, sayin fuck the 9-5
aint paying tax im taxin pussies, go through me, you wanna grind
cause i got dreams all in my sight, with all this money on my mind

im sorry momma but i aint worried bout the time
times running out with all this music theres no button for rewind
kick the door in with the mask, he in his lazy boi reclined
i pop the safe then flip the stash, nother pot of gold to find

2:37
Im sorry mama, outcast to mrs jackson,
her sons were jack bois, damn we sorry mrs.lampman
beating up the bullies, in our and 1s, stamp-em
hustiling, put a post up, round trees like were campin

mama
im glad that you would listen,
when wed run out with the ski mask sayin be back in a minute

mama
showed us how to stack our digits,
throw them duffles in the trunk if you were raised to just get it
then you'll get it
some yall folk wont understand
cause you got fed from both of them never smacked with those hands

mama
raised me strong into a man
so fuck a father, i go harder cause he isn't in the plan
supported like ray allen, mama always in the stands
i went from shooting 3's to loopin beats, but i always been the man
with this ruthless speech, ill cake in weeks
so you dont need a man, im sorry mama, but im hustilin im just glad you understand

im sorry mama butchur baby wanna shine
thats why im hustilin till i make it, sayin fuck the 9-5
aint paying tax im taxin pussies, go through me, you wanna grind
cause i got dreams all in my sight, with all this money on my mind

im sorry momma but i aint worried bout the time
times running out with all this music theres no button for rewind
kick the door in with the mask, he in his lazy boi reclined
i pop the safe then flip the stash, nother pot of gold to find

Underlay under chorous in low tone
my momma was a hustler, so the shit is in my roots
told me wear two pairs of socks, cuff your jeans into your boots
never talk, and hold your ground, throw your first thats why you got em
and smash any mother fucker, thats giving you problems