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Okay you graduated high school
Made it out the Army
Duckin' all that drama from your crazy baby mama
She gave you two kids and you love em both to death
But one day that bitch might cause your last breath
Talking to your mama cause' your mama love to listen
Anything you need bet your mama gonna send it
Talk to Lil Sam cause' that nigga keep you grounded
That man f*cking sick and you hate the way he sounded
September 27th, that's the day you ain't forgetting
Some days you wish you never would have opened up the message
You opened up your phone just to see your mama textin
Read in detail Lil Sam went to heaven
Tears start to fall and you know you can't control the shit
Mental start to drain your emotions taking over it
In a dark space hoping no one f*cking notices
60 on the bottle cause' you can't deal with this sober shit
A thousand on the plane plus the telly plus the rental
Hate flying to Texas every year another funeral
It's never f*cking strangers, it's always someone you know
Hate to see 'em like that but for family nigga you go
You, your brother and your mom together boy it's been a while
Taking pictures for the memories boy you better smile
Stay for the weekend gave your mom and brother all your time
Tell your mom you love her cause' now you got to catch your flight
Fast forward
Now you got your kids living with you
Full-time parent, but you got someone to do it with you
She gave you emotions that you know you never got
And all I did for you was make you a better pops
Good for both of you cause' now you better with relationships
Building up love it and can't nobody break the shit
Baby mama jealous and you know the bitch hate the shit
But you don't give a f*ck and you can't even fake the shit
Christmas Eve come around it's time for the exchange
You at the location baby mama running so late
You kiss your babies bye-bye plan to see him both in two weeks
Came back to that same spot but you feeling early
Text your baby mama and you asking where your baby's at
Then she text you back like my babies ain't coming back
Now you pissed off but you know how not to move
Your friends telling you you need to pull the thing and shoot
Your mom telling you stay calm and move smart she don't give a f*ck about the kids
Baby they just pawns, she trying to get inside your head
And break your new bond there's a plan in place, it ain't yours, it's God's
So you calm down a little with the words from your mama
Weeks go by you ain't seeing your kids at all
You tell your older sister now your sister pissed off
She just want the addy she about to call the law
She just want the addy she about to call off
You tell her keep calm don't ring those alarms
It's in God's hands you just sitting on his arms
It's in God's plans man according to your mom's
Fast-forward
March 15th that night
Your mama call your phone saying something ain't right
Something about your baby's got her stomach feeling tight
She know you hurting now, but don't you give up that fight
She talking about surgery and just how she been feeling
Your mama getting old and you know that she been healing
Back-to-back surgeries them doctors make a killing
Plus a past catching up remember them addictions
Getting off the phone say she gonna call you later
Tell your mom you love her just to end the conversation
Your mama need rest, you can talk to her tomorrow
Little do you know that tomorrow come with sorrow
Little bro calling it, and you know this shit a rarity
You pick it up urgently like bro, you know you scaring me
He say it's your mama and she fell right out her bed
And she not responding no matter what he did
Paramedics here and they moving super urgently
They can't talk to you cause' this shit is an emergency
You just on the phone hoping that somebody pick up
Jay please Jay please tell me that she got up
Got a parie on the phone he tell you that her heart back
It ain't have a beat but they got that shit on track
You can calm down sir maybe even relax
But this your mama nigga so, you know, you can't do that
You can't do that to your mama call your phone
She got to let you know that she on the way home
You just talk to her nothing sounded wrong
Your bro called you and he said she's gone
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Okay you graduated high school
Made it out the Army
Duckin' all that drama from your crazy baby mama
She gave you two kids and you love em both to death
But one day that bitch might cause your last breath
Talking to your mama cause' your mama love to listen
Anything you need bet your mama gonna send it
Talk to Lil Sam cause' that nigga keep you grounded
That man f*cking sick and you hate the way he sounded
September 27th, that's the day you ain't forgetting
Some days you wish you never would have opened up the message
You opened up your phone just to see your mama textin
Read in detail Lil Sam went to heaven
Tears start to fall and you know you can't control the shit
Mental start to drain your emotions taking over it
In a dark space hoping no one f*cking notices
60 on the bottle cause' you can't deal with this sober shit
A thousand on the plane plus the telly plus the rental
Hate flying to Texas every year another funeral
It's never f*cking strangers, it's always someone you know
Hate to see 'em like that but for family nigga you go
You, your brother and your mom together boy it's been a while
Taking pictures for the memories boy you better smile
Stay for the weekend gave your mom and brother all your time
Tell your mom you love her cause' now you got to catch your flight
Fast forward
Now you got your kids living with you
Full-time parent, but you got someone to do it with you
She gave you emotions that you know you never got
And all I did for you was make you a better pops
Good for both of you cause' now you better with relationships
Building up love it and can't nobody break the shit
Baby mama jealous and you know the bitch hate the shit
But you don't give a f*ck and you can't even fake the shit
Christmas Eve come around it's time for the exchange
You at the location baby mama running so late
You kiss your babies bye-bye plan to see him both in two weeks
Came back to that same spot but you feeling early
Text your baby mama and you asking where your baby's at
Then she text you back like my babies ain't coming back
Now you pissed off but you know how not to move
Your friends telling you you need to pull the thing and shoot
Your mom telling you stay calm and move smart she don't give a f*ck about the kids
Baby they just pawns, she trying to get inside your head
And break your new bond there's a plan in place, it ain't yours, it's God's
So you calm down a little with the words from your mama
Weeks go by you ain't seeing your kids at all
You tell your older sister now your sister pissed off
She just want the addy she about to call the law
She just want the addy she about to call off
You tell her keep calm don't ring those alarms
It's in God's hands you just sitting on his arms
It's in God's plans man according to your mom's
Fast-forward
March 15th that night
Your mama call your phone saying something ain't right
Something about your baby's got her stomach feeling tight
She know you hurting now, but don't you give up that fight
She talking about surgery and just how she been feeling
Your mama getting old and you know that she been healing
Back-to-back surgeries them doctors make a killing
Plus a past catching up remember them addictions
Getting off the phone say she gonna call you later
Tell your mom you love her just to end the conversation
Your mama need rest, you can talk to her tomorrow
Little do you know that tomorrow come with sorrow
Little bro calling it, and you know this shit a rarity
You pick it up urgently like bro, you know you scaring me
He say it's your mama and she fell right out her bed
And she not responding no matter what he did
Paramedics here and they moving super urgently
They can't talk to you cause' this shit is an emergency
You just on the phone hoping that somebody pick up
Jay please Jay please tell me that she got up
Got a parie on the phone he tell you that her heart back
It ain't have a beat but they got that shit on track
You can calm down sir maybe even relax
But this your mama nigga so, you know, you can't do that
You can't do that to your mama call your phone
She got to let you know that she on the way home
You just talk to her nothing sounded wrong
Your bro called you and he said she's gone
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Writer: ANDREW WILLIAM JACKSON, DAGNY NORVOLL SANDVIK, STEVE BOOKER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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