Lyrics:

ay momma (ay momma)
i know ain't never tell you this before (i ain't never tell you this before)
but it really hurt me to know ( hurt me )im runnig you crazy (im runnig you crazy)
i want to talk to you real quick (i want to talk to you momma)

my momma told me while i run these streets she can't sleep
her phone ring late at night
she think somthing than happened to me
her nerves so bad right now she can't watch tv
she turn her head everytime time she see a police
scared to look cause it might be me in the backseat
whenever she hear about a shooting
her heart skip a beat
she heard the feds in town
her knee got weak
she know im at the house
the only time she at peace
her blood pressure through the roof all because of me
her favorite words is dope ain't the only way to eat
she told me the other day
she hope i don't die in these streets
i just pray to god
she don't wipe her hands with me

ima goon to these streets
but to my momma i'm still a baby
raise a street nigga by yourself
you a hell of a lady
shit i'm doing now
got nothing to do
with how you raised me
sh** killing
me to know i'm running my momma crazy

remember the night me sitting up in a cold cell
waking you up out yo sleep its me calling you from jail (collect call)
you ain't tell me
but i know inside you mad as hell
you called off of work just to bond me out of jail
i get in trouble i call you
seem like it never fail
can hear you now
boy you need to sit your a** down somewhere
i come and eat i take a shower and im out of there
i know im stressin you at times seems like i don't care
you wrote bad checks for me to have something to wear
everytime i think about this sh**
you reached for freedom for me
nine days thatz real rare
every time i think about this sh** i wanna shed a tear


thatz why i buy you something
for fathers day every year

ima goon to these streets
but to my momma i'm still a baby
raise a street nigga by yourself
you a hell of a lady
sh** i'm doing now
got nothing to do
with how you raised me
sh** killing me
to know i'm running my momma crazy

you did the best you could with me
and i love you for that
wanted me to stay in school
but that ain't where my heart was at
i got exsposed to the streets
and fell in love with stacks
and all the times i hurt you
wish i could take it back
when daddy left us you stepped up and took up his slack
i know im selfish and feelings is something i know i lack
the sh** im doing now i know you raised me better than that
you tought me how to be a man
and showed me how to act
sometimes i wonder how you still proud im your son
after all the stuff i took you through
and all the shit i done
but like you told me when god want me how i can't run
before he take me want you to know i love you momma

ima goon to these streets
but to my momma i'm still a baby
raise a street nigga by yourself
you a hell of a lady
sh** i'm doing now
got nothing to do
with how you raised me
sh** killing me
to know i'm running my momma crazy

i thikn im speakin
for every street nigga
around the world
i don't think we sit down long enough
sometimesjust to realize
what we takin our momma through
it hurt me to know dog
that im runnin my momma crazy
it really killin me to know that im help killing my momma