Runnin My Momma Crazy Lyrics - Plies

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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 ) i'm running you crazy (i'm running 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 something than happened to me
Her nerves so bad right now she can't watch tv
She turn her head every 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 i'm 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 meima 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
Shit killing
Me to know i'm running my momma crazyremember 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 say it 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 i'm out of there
I know i'm stressin you at times seems like i don't care
You wrote bad checks for me to have something to wear
You risked your freedom for me nowa days thats real rare
Every time i think about this sh** i wanna shed a tear
Thats why i buy you something for fathers day every yearima 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
Shit killing
Me to know i'm running my momma crazyyou 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 exposed 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 i'm selfish and feelings is something i know i lack
The xxxx i'm doing now i know you raised me better than that
You taught me how to be a man and showed me how to act
Sometimes i wonder how you still proud i'm your son
After all the stuff i took you through and all the xxxx i done
But like you told me when god want me how i can't run
Before he take me want you to know how much i love you mommaima 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
Shit killing
Me to know i'm running my momma crazy

I think im speakin
For every street nigga
Around the world
I don't think we sit down long enough
Sometimes just 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

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