Momma I’m So Sorry (Live at NPR’s Tiny Desk)

Lyrics

[Spoken Intro: Yoo Q!, Pusha T] So while we got y'all here at Tiny Desk And even y'all watchin' at home I need y'all to do me a favor (I got you) And just, and just, and just, and just [Intro: Yoo Q!, Pusha T, Clipse] Gather 'round (Come on, let's go) Woo, come on Put 'em up, come on We gon' bounce, y'all Haha Let's go, haha Come on, let's go Haha Yeah, Miami Vice (Yeah, yeah) All my cocaine dreamers You know Miami Vice Pusha spit this shit for y'all Here we go [Verse 1: Pusha T, Clipse, Malice, Yoo Q!] Youngin', don't make my sails rise (Uh) I shoot you out your chukkas Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers Papa said stay free of them suckers Minus the wicked jumper, street baller like the Rucker Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple Roosters in the duffle Keep the hood screaming, "Cock-a-doodle doo," fuckers Coke by the ton, rap niggas, I'm the one With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryna chatter? ASIC-ass rappers, got 'em runnin' for they life (Ting) I philosophize about Glocks and keys Niggas call me Young Black Socrates West Indies bitch drop to knees quick (What?) With dreams of bein' a rich man's bitch Feel sorry for niggas pull triggers and they shit click So many bullets jammed in my shit, call me Lead Fist Shake the diamonds out my wrists [Chorus: Pusha T, Yoo Q!, Clipse, All] Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett (Let's go, uh) Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Got two hot rocks in my pocket (Tell 'em like this, uh) Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Big home, palm trees, and watches (Whoa) Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious My only accomplice my conscience, go [Verse 2: Malice, Clipse] Youngin, learn from me, let's not be at odds We're more like than not, two peas of a pod Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows I once gave it away at thirty grams an O That accounts for all them days in the cold Feels like kids and cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl But it's a bigger picture, holmes, trust, I done seen it From Frankfurt to Cologne, Oslo to Sweden From Italy's Milan to the shores of Napoli Now I consider Ferrari and Salvador Dalis I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global That's why I seem distant, son, expand your vision Even adored by Norwegian woman Blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm gettin' back with a vengeance Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten And then they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh [Chorus: Pusha T, Clipse, Clipse & Yoo Q!, Yoo Q!] Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett, uh Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Got two hot rocks in my pocket, uh Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Big home, palm trees, and watches (Yeah) Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious My only accomplice my conscience, uh