Lyrics Don Trip – Sorry Momma

I’m sorry momma but the sack is all I know
Trap is all I know, told you the strap is all I know
I’m sorry momma but the 95 won’t go
Pills call me too fat, chick call me too slow

Okay, a backpack with no books in it
Got a quarter pound in the 3 80
Hoping momma don’t look in it (I’m sorry momma)
All the shit on school campus
I admit I’m pushing it
Left class, I sold it all
And they kept me to go through the book at me
I was seventeen at Wall Green
The wall of green went duck in it
A dog in the trap hid all my guns
To make sure piff won’t touch this shit
Man if we bit no needn’t hit
Beside there ain’t no self a shit
Tried to play with this low nigga
And the God won’t won’t be subsequent
I gained the weight, I was pumping it
Eighteen, a dozen bricks

I’m sorry momma but the sack is all I know
Trap is all I know, told you the strap is all I know
I’m sorry momma but the 95 won’t go
Pills call me too fat, chick call me too slow
I’m sorry momma, God bless my soul
God bless my soul
I’m sorry momma, God bless my soul
God bless my soul
I’m sorry momma but the sack is all I know
Trap is all I know, told you the strap is all I know
I’m sorry momma but the 95 won’t go
Pills call me too fat, chick call me too slow
I’m sorry momma

Ride ’round with that thing tuck
Looking ’round at them foreclosures
Thanking God that it ain’t us
Thinking ’bout how it would feel to lose everything though it ain’t much
Then a month later mom lost her job
And shortly after fell bankrupt
We never lived in no projects
And for that reason I’m thankful
But I’m sorry momma some got to give
I put the school down and pick the game up
I started small, built my name up
Managed to never get chained up
Momma did all she could do
So if I’m corrupt don’t blame her
Frame me, blame us for not remaining as same as
I had enough money to change everything
But I still wasn’t putting no change up
No I got that music money
So in some ways I didn’t came up
But if my own flop I’m going back to block
So give a fuck if I’m famous

I’m sorry momma but the sack is all I know
Trap is all I know, told you the strap is all I know
I’m sorry momma but the 95 won’t go
Pills call me too fat, chick call me too slow
I’m sorry momma, God bless my soul
God bless my soul
I’m sorry momma, God bless my soul
God bless my soul
I’m sorry momma but the sack is all I know
Trap is all I know, told you the strap is all I know
I’m sorry momma but the 95 won’t go
Pills call me too fat, chick call me too slow
I’m sorry momma