Heart and Soul Sing-Along

[Verse 1:]
Havin' conversations with mama, man, my life is a mess,
Ain't been returnin' the texts, so she been readin' the press,
She got Google Alerts, them shits go straight to her phone,
She worry 'bout me from home, you know she raised me alone.
She said, “I heard you back with you know who.”
I told her, “Girl, I'm always back with you know who.”
And she like, “Who are we kidding? You're 27, you just being you,
You're your father's child, man, thank God you got some me in you”
At least I always, at least I always see it through,
At least I'm always bein' true to what you taught me,
Retired teacher, but your words still got me evolvin',
Never get sloppy drunk, but alcohol is problem-solving.
And look, I hate it when you hate on all my girlfriends,
And assistants always convinced that there's someone better,
Like that girl from your gym, who trains you.
I know you wanna arrange it, you told me she's free Thursday,
And I'm sure that she's an angel, but she don't want this life,
The timing ain't right,
Maybe one day, but even one day with us is a time of her life.
We do things that people pay to document,
You got the sweetest heart,
But I'm not here to give out compliments
Or boost nobody confidence, momma.
I got no friends in this, momma,
I don't pretend with this, momma,
I don't joke with this, momma,
I pull the knife out my back and cut they throat with it, momma,
I'm Game of Thrones with it, momma,
I'm Home Alone with it, momma,
I'm...
I really hate usin' this tone with you, momma,
I really hate gettin' aggressive on this phone with you, momma,
I really hate wastin' your time to check a clone or two, momma,
It's just they clonin' me, momma,
Them niggas wannabes, momma.
It's like... I'm the one they wanna be, momma,
I just... I, I can't be out here bein' vulnerable, momma,
I mean, I kill 'em every time they do a song with me, momma,
I sing a hook, they sing along with me, momma,
What more they want from me, momma?
Yeah, this is a crazy life,
But you and the 6 raised me right.
“Don't ever take advice,” that was great advice,
You and the 6 raised me right, that shit saved my life.

[Verse 2:]
Havin' conversations with momma, we start talkin' ‘bout dad,
You know, he droppin' a single, he sayin' this is his window,
That nigga still wearin' linen, that nigga still in the club,
Call him after we get off the phone and show him some love.
That nigga Memphis for real, girl, he love you to death,
He made mistakes throughout his life that he still doesn't accept,
But he just want our forgiveness, and fuck it, look how we livin',
I'm content with this story, who are we not to forgive him?
At least I been to a prison, at least I know what it's like,
I used to rap on the phone with one of his friends doin' life,
And now I got me a Grammy, that could be part of the reason,
Let's just call this shit even, we got some things to believe in.
Do you remember back to Weston Road, Scarlett Road,
Hangin' with Aaron Bell and Reny?
Shit coulda gone south for me, he looked out for me, ma,
He never let me do drugs,
He let me shoot a gun one summer, but out there everyone does.
He made me listen to his music, old music, soul music,
Shit that can only be created if you go through it.
I used to get teased for bein' black,
And now I'm here, and I'm not black enough,
‘Cause I'm not actin' tough
Or makin' stories up 'bout where I'm actually from.
But I just roll with it, momma, rolling stone with it, momma,
Gotta be careful around Rolling Stone
Or anyone that's tryna throw stones at me, momma,
I'm not condonin' it, momma,
They will not tear nothing down, I built this home for you, momma,
Know, I don't call enough, momma,
I just been workin' with so little time for personal, momma, yeah!
Hard labor let me pay the price,
You and the 6 raised me right, that shit saved my life.