Oh Mama Lyrics - Run The Jewels

Gun in the holster be 

Right in the upholstery 

Somewhere right close to me 

Just in case the rollers be 

Rolling on the G 

My woman keep it in the hosiery 

I'm known in my town 

In those strips where high-rollers be 

I'm up early, where the money folders sippin' Folgers be 

A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me 

Fuck with us 

You fuck with the truth, we speak openly 

Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though 

Cause there ain't no hoe in me 

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"Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak 

I'll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery 

Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries 

I lust after greatness, I'm aiming right at its ovaries 

Better run from the future palooka (Haul off) 

You acting like it's safe when the revolution's been (called off) 

There's liars on the loose, if we listen to you we're (all lost) 

The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft) 

My mama said that I'm not living right 

She said, "I'm crying on you" 

She said, "I waited up for you all night" 

I said, "I'm trying mama" 

My mama said that I'm not living right 

She said, "I'm crying on you" 

She said, "I waited up for you all night" 

I said, "I'm trying mama" 

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I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate 

Swear to God, shit's so good, fat boy'll levitate 

God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate 

Mom's, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate 

I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break" 

She said, "Don't curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn) 

I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay 

You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate 

The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate 

Every sickening sentence'll cheapen the tricks you venerate 

Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate 

Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate 

My mama said that I'm not living right 

She said, "I'm crying on you" 

She said, "I waited up for you all night" 

I said, "I'm trying mama" 

My mama said that I'm not living right 

She said, "I'm crying on you" 

She said, "I waited up for you all night" 

I said, "I'm trying mama" 

My mama said that I'm not living right 

(They want us die, mama) 

My mama said that I'm not living right 

(But I ain't crying, mama) 

My mama said that I'm not living right 

(You raised a liar mama 

Now you lying, mama) 

My mama said that I'm not living right 

I said, "I'm trying mama" 

(I'm crying on you, crying on you) 

I said, "I'm trying mama"