Interlude (Mama) - Chillinit

Dear mama, dear mama

Shit

Nah, real talk, check, check

Ma, I know you’re hurting, that it’s burning you inside

The way your son is workin', you are certain I could die

Drownin' in the drugs while I be searchin' for the high

Mama’s asking why I’m comin' home with circles 'round my eyes

I said, «Mama, I’m just tired», mama, that’s a lie

Lately I been questionin' if someone’s in the sky

'Cause every time I pray, mama, no one gon' reply

You told me keep the faith, Ma, I wonder if you lied

And now I’m gettin' high, party limousines

Now it’s fiddy g’s in my Balenciaga jeans

Now we eatin' pasta at a classier cuisines

Mama, half of this for you, but, mama, half of this for me

I’m still havin' dreams about the father I should be

I left my fuckin' fam for these Rihannas on the beach

And now I think the devil made a casket just for me

I don’t really know if I should laugh or I should scream, fuck

Let it breathe for a bit

This that interlude shit, we all need peace, man

Mum, fuck, you’re the MVP

I can’t say it enough

I’m losing my voice from smoking, I need to chill, shit