Momma's Callin Songtext
von EarthGang

Now when I started in this bitch, I ain′t have no blessin'
Nigga was too raw, I ain′t have no method
I'm lookin' for a lightskin chick with no stressin′
But that′s hard to find, like deaths with no lessons

In pussies, I go reckless, aim at yo' hoe freckles
Done lost my damn mind, no time for proper burials
Make her pop that ass left and right, then call it stereo
Straight from where they carry, though, and schedule you the next to go

You better duck, boy, I hear they packed an extra roll
You know the code, nigga, mashed it, mobbin′
Kicked us out of Saks Fifth when my niggas falled in
We ain't buyin′ shit, we just here to start problems

Guess it's cause I′m blacker than a motherfuckin' cauldron
He ain't got no manners, he just tyin′ up bandanas
We done forfeited our soul for more chains and control
And a Range and a Rove′, hell, I ain't goin′ back home


Mom, I seen too many niggas I done grew up with
You know, first round picks, that "Ricky, get down" shit
Or hit the court and lost it all, man
He slipped up in the clutch, took a shot, now he down for 20 falls, man

This ain't no Derrick Rose, these niggas ain′t got hope, nope
Give a fuck about yo' Balmain winter coat
Yo′ main with her tote, my man brought his tote
And after motherfuckers hear this, I ain't goin' broke

Hoppin′ out of planes, shootin′ deuces, screamin', "cheerio"
Tryna see how I can get me a fuckin′ pair of those
Stewardess, take a pose, move, bitch, throw them bows
Do this shit for Fulton County Stadium and now you know

Fuck a pot of gold, where that mine at
He a rare-as-fuck nigga, tell me where you find that
Probably layin' on his back, black sands through the cracks
Snappin′ views of the hues in the mountains, picture that

Torn between faith and foolishness
Smokin' with a Buddhist bitch, embracin′ nudity
Rude enough to drop a deuce inside your momma's mouth
And if she chewin', it the golden flakes inside my stools
Will turn her teeth to jewelry


Fumigate your home or illuminate your dome
But the roaches won′t leave unless the lights come on
I might be froze, I′m colder than Poseidon in a minor's vagina
Always welcome, never invited

I can′t help it, I'm clitoris lightnin′
Shockin' in a bitch′s box; when I get up inside it, it's minimal silence
Niggas out here talkin' bout wifin′, like I′m supposed to respect it
Like I'ma think twice before I get that bitch naked

We still thankful for the blessings at the funerals and weddings
I′m cooler than my reflection in a pool of blood
I guess it's my soul that the demons took a residence
Eviction is the goal, on some tryin′ to get to heaven shit, how 'bout it

Lord, keep a nigga, Lord, use a nigga
Lord, save a nigga, ′til they grim-reap a nigga
Prayers from a Ben-Hill-billy and a beacher nigga
Freaknik 94', I was only three, my nigga

So you know what the hometown glory mean to me, my nigga
Acid in my eyes, I still can't fuckin′ see, my nigga
Vibe in the city that the industry raped
Live from the land where ya ancestors were slaves

Somebody please turn the lights on, on 166
I can′t see where the fuck I'm going