Video Mother de Tyler The Creator 2024 Rap Lyrics

Tyler The Creator - Mother Lyrics

So, now
Don't call me
Talk about bailin' you outta jail
Because your stupid ass over there stole a fuck
Tryna impress a friend
And I'm a single parent, I've got bills to pay
I'm not bailin' you out of jail because you're just stupid as fuck

Yeah, momma told me not to come over there
Y'all niggas lost and you trapped in your thoughts (mmm)
'Cause you shoot and you kill over lang', you ain't ball (mmm)
Y'all probably gon' end up dead or in jail (mmm)
Momma told me not to come over there (mmm)
Y'all niggas smoke and you drink till it's dark (mmm)
And you think that it's smart and I heard you sell dope (mmm)
And you rob and you still shoot your guns in the air (mmm)
Momma told me not to come over there (bih)
Y'all niggas bang and you all from a gang (bih)
And you hang and you press little niggas like me (bih)
Outside a area, nobody care (bih)
Momma told me not to come over there (bih)
Y'all with the shits, I was born with a gift (bih)
And if I fall in love, y'all come unwrap it quick (bih)
So I make sure that I'll never prevent (bih)
Momma told me not to come over there (bih, bih, bih, bih)
That ain't the move and niggas is goons (what?)
And that I'm a real nigga, shit isn't cool (bih)
And that I should never abide by the rules of the street (ooh, ooh)
Shit is real and it's also not real (hey)
Spray what you claim and fuck up the bill
Let's spray up the party and rake all the bodies
Nobody gon' stop till somebody get killed (mmm)
Momma told me not to come over there (ooh)
But that's how y'all knew, the bread in the booth
I liked baby pink at the time (mmm)
Homie made sure nobody came to press lines, fine
Momma told me not to come over there (mmm, yeah)
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', fuck it
I understand as a man that I wasn't his plan (woo, woo, woo)
Had some other ideas in his head
I hold no grudges, I heard he a fan
Pocket teller heavy, help the swedish betty crocker (mmm)
I wake every mornin', gettin' ready (mmm)
Happy as a motherfucker, spent five hundred thousand (mmm)
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?
Blue on the bike
Shit sweet, like rice
With the sugar and the butter, got it from my grandmother (mmm)
I don't like the salt and pepper, lil' nigga from the gutter (mmm)
I don't show it, but I know it (know it)
I'm a painter, not a poet (not a poet)
Get the picture, come together (mmm)
Like stitches in a scar
Daddy gone, I ain't lyin' (la-la)
That's a bar, yeah, I said it (uh, uh)
Like alarm, now set it (la-la)
Like speak, when you read it (uh)
Like bleed

Momma told me, 1970
Youngest of seven, it wasn't heavenly
Home was southcentral, schools 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 knew you, ran for it (ooh)
Told me I popped out, and I was perfect, she ain't need to plan for it (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Knew I was the future, she was clairvoyant (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Touched me and she kissed the hand (woo, woo, hey, woo)
Me and her, we ain't need a man (hey, hey, hey, hey)
College courses with me in her hand (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
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-uh, 'cause of drama (phew-phew-phew)
Court case, hair gone (gone)
Weight gone, bare bones (bones)
Switch arms, ain't right to me, left for me
She would always fight for me, yeah, she'd always protect
And she got a momma who got a boyfriend who ain't know how to keep hands to himself (mmm, hands to himself, nigga)
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
Lookin' at him, bitch, I turned out fine (ooh)
Say what you want, bitch, I turned out fine (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Someday, it's 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)
Bitch, I turned out fine
I am the guy, bitch, I turned out fine
Look at this house, bitch, I turned out fine (turned out fine)
Look at these kids, 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