Momma Forgive Me

Miss them days when momma cooked rice Fourteen years old, and I wasn't playing nice This the only way I know how to apologize Momma forgive me, and let me justify You was stressing, praying for a better life Lookin' for a blessing, everyday was a fight I was doing me, low key flipping every night The shit I did was never out of spite Momma hurting you was never my intention I'm sorry, I always gave the streets more attention It kills me daily, call it my confession Left a few scars but I learnt my lesson (I learned) Growing up we never really shared a connection Looking back I barely expressed my affection Asking what went wrong, it was never a question Shit began the moment I chilled at Marylin's Nothin' been the same ever since Botaki died Twelve years old and you caught me gettin' high (High) Probation wasn't easy, I ain't mean to make you cry Remember in the streets, moving weight, I had to lie Making my own bread, wasn't even providing Out of sight, out of mind, was focused on diamonds Unaware of the damage, only cared about smiling I know I learnt my lesson, I'm focused on striving Miss them days when momma cooked rice Fourteen years old, and I wasn't playing nice This the only way I know how to apologize Momma forgive me, and let me justify You was stressing, praying for a better life Lookin' for a blessing, everyday was a fight I was doing me, low key flipping every night The shit I did was never out of spite I should've put myself in yo shoes and felt yo pain Balling tears when I was locked up in them chains Thugging with my day ones, I couldn't be contained I didn't listen now I only got myself to blame Can't ask for more just got caught up in the streets Stressed about bills we were homeless at its peak Turned our life around no more sleeping in the heat Man it all seems unreal future looked pretty bleak Yeah I've done my dirt not the man you raised me to be But everything different, I'm not living as carefree Let me make it up give me a couple years and you'll see Gave my word I'd make a mil momma put yo trust in me Miss them days when momma cooked rice Fourteen years old, and I wasn't playing nice This the only way I know how to apologize Momma forgive me, and let me justify You was stressing, praying for a better life Lookin' for a blessing, everyday was a fight I was doing me, low key flipping every night The shit I did was never out of spite