Mother Lyrics – Tyler The Creator

Read the full Mother lyrics by Tyler The Creator along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tyler The Creator's music, you can also explore SAG HARBOR and FISH N STEAK (WHAT IT IS), two other songs by Tyler The Creator.

[Part I]

[Verse]
Okay, okay, yeah
Lennox where the brown boys at
I can't go over there
Del Aire where the white boys at
I don't live over there
Dody, where the dope boys at?
I won't go over there
Unless I'm tryna get pressed up, like hair
White tees, Nike Air is the daily atear, or attire, not mine
So they just might stare if I'm there
Walk by in the pink ice Airs
What size? Not mine
Wouldn't really be a fair fight there, pipe down
Not scared, dark blue, dark red
Don’t give a fu*k there, might die
Might dare over what you'd wear or won't wear
Where n!ggas from, can't breathe, low air *gasps*

[Part II]

[Intro]
So, no
Don't call me, n!gga
Talking 'bout bailing you outta jail
Because your stupid ass over there stole a **]
Tryna impress a friend
And I'm a single parent, I've got bills to pay
I'm not tryna bail you outta jail, n!gga, 'cause you're stupid as fu*k

[Verse 1]
Yeah, momma told me not to come over there
Y'all n!ggas lost and you trapped in your thoughts (Mmm)
'Cause you shoot and you kill over land you ain't bought (Mmm)
Y'all probably gon' end up dead or in jail (Mmm)

Momma told me not to come over there (Mmm)
Y'all n!ggas smoke and you drink 'til it's dark (Mmm)
And you think that it's smart and I heard you sell dope (Mmm)
And you rob and you steal, shoot your guns in the air (Mmm)
Momma told me not to come over there (Bih)
Y'all n!ggas bang and you all from a gang (Bih)
And you hang and you press little n!ggas like me (Bih)
Outside a area, nobody care (Bih)
Momma told me not to come over there (Bih)
Y'all with the s*its, I was born with a gift (Bih)
And if I fall in love, y'all can unwrap it quick (Bih)
So I make sure that I'm never present (Bih)
Momma told me not to come over there (Bih, bih, bih, bih)
That ain't the move and n!ggas is coons (What?)
And that I'm a real n!gga, s*it isn't cool (Bih)
Said I should never abide by the rules of the street (Ooh, ooh)
S*it is real and it's also not real (Hey)
Spray what you claim and fu*k up the building
Spray up the party and rake all the bodies
Nobody gon' stop 'til somebody get killed (Mmm)
Momma told me not to come over there (Ooh)
But that's all y'all knew, the red and the blue
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

[Verse 2]
Father told me nothing, fu*k 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
Pockets hella heavy, healthy, sweet as Betty Crocker (Mmm)
I wake every morning, getting ready (Mmm)
Happy as a motherfu*ker, spent five hundred thousand (Mmm)
Ain't think nothing of it, that must count for something, right?, yeah
Life, got the cheese, want a slice? (Uh, yeah)
Got the cheese, where the mice?, yeah
With the pu*sy, what's my vice?
New threads and a bike
S*it sweet, like rice
With the sugar and the butter, got it from my grandmother (Mmm)
I ain't like the salt and pepper, lil' n!gga 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 with a scar
Daddy gone, I ain't lying (La-la)
That's a bar, yeah, I said it (Uh, uh)
Like alarm, now set it (La-la)
Like speak, but you read it (Uh)
Like bleed

[Verse 3]
Momma told me, 1970
Youngest of seven, it wasn't heavenly
Home was South Central, school's 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 the news, he ran for it (Ooh)
Twenty, I popped out—
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 catch 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)
Asked 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)
Causing problems, momma almost caught a gun charge-uh, 'cause of drama (Phew-phew-phew)
Court case, hair gone (Gone)
Weight gone, bare bones (Bones)
Switched homes, ain't right to me, light for me
She would always fight for me, yeah, she over-protect
'Cause she had a momma who got a boyfriend who ain't know how to keep hands to himself (Mmm, hands to himself, n!gga)
I was raised in a house full of love
I was raised on that type of time
N!ggas say, "She did a good job"
Duh, b!tch, I turned out fine
Duh, b!tch, I turned out fine
Looking like him, b!tch, I turned out fine (Ooh)
Say what you want, b!tch, I turned out fine (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
Some n!ggas fall, but I turned out fine
Can't have it all, now I have it all (Woo)
'Cause I had it all, b!tch, I turned out fine (Woo)
Can't tell me nun', b!tch, I turned out fine
I am the guy, b!tch, I turned out fine
Look at this house, b!tch, I turned out fine (Turned out fine)
Look at these kids, I turned out fine
Look at me, b!tches, I turned out fine
Look at me, b!tches, I turned out fine
Look at me, b!tches, I turned out fine
Look at me, n!ggas, I turned out fine
Look at me, b!tches, I turned out fine
Look at me, b!tches, I turned out fine
Mother