KOTA The Friend Mommy Lyrics

You ain’t gotta change

You ain’t gotta play the game

Why you want to be like everybody else

Boy get your belt

Either that or imma get it for you

I better see some good grades

Or imma put it on you

You insecure and it don’t make sense

You cute, smart, funny and skilled

I know some people that would kill for your talent

But you tripping over shit we can’t afford

This recession time

Better count your blessings slime

You know how we living

You be eating at your aunties

She got food up in her kitchen

It won’t be this way forever

But right now that’s how it is

And if I could get you everything

Shit I probably would

Then again I wouldn’t

Cause it wouldn’t do you good

You better than a Yankee fitted

You better than some uptowns

You better than your bad decisions

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set on you

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set on you

You remind me of your dad

Cause you ain’t shit

Every day you in this class

And your grades shit

Dumb nigga, what the fuck is going on?

Is you stupid, what is you doing?

Why I let em hit it raw

I feel sorry for the both of us

And I don’t even mean to hurt your feelings

I’m sorry I’m just going through it

Lets go and get those Jordan’s you wanted

Cause I can spend a few hundred

My son the flyest nigga in the school

Never see him in no off-brand

You know imma put you in them Gucci’s for the fall dance

I been working late

Cause I can get this money

Overtime so you won’t be out here looking bummy

I’ll be damned

We gon be the freshest if I got to run the scan

We don’t even conversate with broke ones

If the fit wack then you show these niggas no love

Bout to hit the club for the night

Here hold something

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set on you

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set on you

I wish I had a mommy

I wish I had some clean clothes

I wish I had a family that gave a fuck

I wish I had a bed

I wish my shit was stable

Cause I’m trying to go to college

And they pick you if your grades is up

My surrogate a crack addict

My sperm donor got out of prison, he back at it

I’m A.D.D., malnutritioned and Asthmatic

I’m constantly the target of bullies that have status

And it’s overwhelming

But I’m the first one at the school though

And when I have kids they gon always have the new clothes

When I graduate

I’m gon get up out the hood

Even though I hate my father, put a million on his books

I don’t give a fuck, everybody laughing at my clothes

I don’t give a fuck, niggas won’t be laughing anymore

When I’m rich as fuck

And imma be there for my kids

Imma make sure they ain’t never gotta live the way I’ve lived

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set on you

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set

Sun gon rise, Sun gon shine, Sun gon set on you