Since you been got in the big city Well, you been startin' treatin' me wrong Your mama and your daddy done told me, baby Not to bring you to the South And the bright lights knocked you out I'm gonna send you back to Walker You had nothin' when I met you,

"And be a simple kind of man Baby be a simple kind of man And you can do this, oh baby, if you try Mama told me, when I was young "Said sit beside me, my only son And listen closely, to what I say And if you do this, it will help you some sunny day" Oh

And I got no time, no time I just want my money right Mama told me that she's proud of me Told her, "Mummy, you can count on me" Models say they like the style on me I got a lot on my mind (Mind) Fuck with my slime and get slimed (Slimed) Baguettes,

Playin' with my love and affection That ain't smart, no that ain't smart, oh If you're messin' around in the dark So little girl that's why I'm tellin' you The boogie man is gonna get you The Boogie Man will get ya My mama told me when I was quite young

Right now, right now Just like a heatwave If our bodies touched right now? How would you feel If we'd let our guards drop down? Maybe we could have it all Nothin' matters My mama told me, I won't be lonely How does it feel

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

Well, that mean old dirty Frisco And that low down Santa Fe Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe You know they take my girl away Lord, and they blow back out on me Well, my mama, she done told me And my papa told me too Mama told me and my papa

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay) Had to cop the Audi,

Don't wanna prove you wrong but shit you leave me with no option, yeah yeah Baby wanna get in this S-Class, little mama she just wanna go fast You know baby you don't get a free pass, so I told her: ass, gas or grass Rolex with the diamonds keep me

'Cause all that you have is your soul Don't be tempted by the shiny apple Don't you eat of a bitter fruit Hunger only for a taste of justice Hunger only for a world of truth All that you have Oh my mama told me 'Cause she say she learned the hard way Say