Tyler, The Creator - Mother Lyrics

So, no
Don't call me again
Talkin' 'bout bailin' you outta jail
Because your stupid ass, sit there stoned as-
Tryin' to impress a friend
And I'm a single parent then I got bills to pay
I'm not bailin' you out of jail, nigga, 'cause you're stupid as f*ck

Yeah, momma told me not to come over there
Y'all niggas lost and you trapped in your thoughts
'Cause you shoot and you kill over land you ain't bought
Y'all probably gon' end up dead or in jail
Momma told me not to come over there
Y'all niggas smoke and you drink 'til it's dark
And you think that it's smart and I heard you sell dope
And you rob and you steal, shoot your guns in the air
Momma told me not to come over there
Y'all niggas bang and you all from a gang
And you hang and you press little niggas like me
Outside a area nobody care
Momma told me not to come over there
Y'all with the shits, I was born with a gift
And if I fall in love, y'all come unwrap it quick
So I make sure that I'll never present
Momma told me not to come over there
That ain't the move and niggas is coons (what?)
And that I'm a real nigga, shit isn't cool
Said I should never abide by the rules of the street
Shit is real and it's also not real (hey)
Spray what you claim and f*ck up the building
Spray up the party and rake all the bodies
Nobody gon' stop 'til somebody get killed
Momma told me not to come over there
But that's how y'all knew, the red and the blue
I liked baby pink at the time
Don't be sure nobody came to press lines, fine
Momma told me not to come over there
But y'all treat me right, y'all handle my fights (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And told me not to ever, ever, ever, ever pick up this life (yeah, yeah)
I hope I did right (yeah)

Father told me nothin', f*ck it
I understand as a man that I wasn't his plan
Had some other ideas in his head
I hold no grudges, I heard he a fan
Pockets hella heavy, health is sweet as Betty Crocker
I wake every mornin', gettin' ready
Happy as a motherf*cker, spent five hundred thousand
Ain't think nothin' of it, that must count for somethin', right? (Yeah)
Life, got the cheese, want a slice? (Uh, yeah)
Got the cheese, what am I's? (Yeah)
With the pussy, what's my vice?
New thrusts on the bike
Shit sweet like rice
With the sugar and the butter, got it from my grandmother
I ain't like the salt and pepper, lil' nigga from the gutter
I don't show it, but I know it
I'm a painter, not a poet (not a poet)
Get the picture, come together
Like stitches, make a scar
Daddy gone, I ain't lyin'
That's a bar, yeah, I said it
Like alarm, now set it
Like speak once you read it (uh)
Like bleed

Mama told me, 1970
Youngest of seven, it wasn't heavenly
Home was South Central, school was Beverly
Brother locked up, sister strung out
High school president, ran for it
Had the chance to move out, ran for it
Love them Africans, met one
Let him in, when they got to lose, he ran forward (ooh)
Twenty, I popped out (hey)
And I was perfect, she ain't need to plan for it
Knew I was the future, she was clairvoyant
Touched me and she kissed the hand
Me and her, we ain't need a man
College courses with me in her hand
Ask her why she didn't have a plan B
She said I wouldn't understand
Then, she had a daughter
The father had a baby momma (baby momma)
Causin' problems, momma almost caught a gun charge-a
'Cause of drama
Court case, hair gone (gone)
Weight gone, bare bones (bones)
Switch homes, ain't right to me, left for me
She would always fight for me, yeah, she overprotect
'Cause she had a momma who had a boyfriend
Who ain't know how to keep hands to himself
I was raised in a house full of love
I was raised on that type of time
Niggas say, "She did a good job"
Duh, bitch, I turned out fine
Duh, bitch, I turned out fine
Look how I am, bitch, I turned out fine (ooh)
Say what you want, bitch, I turned out fine
Someday lose hope, but I turned out fine
Can't have it all, now I have it all (woo)
'Cause I had it all, bitch, I turned out fine (woo)
Look at me now, bitch, I turned out fine
I am the guy, bitch, I turned out fine
Look at this house, bitch, I turned out fine
Look at these bitches, I turned out fine
Look at these bitches, I turned out fine
Look at these bitches, I turned out fine
Look at these bitches, I turned out fine
Look at these niggas, I turned out fine
Look at these bitches, I turned out fine
Look at these bitches, I turned out fine
Mother