"Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak
Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though
I said, "I’m trying mama"

You fuck with the truth, we speak openly
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
[Hook: El-P & Killer Mike]
Right in the upholstery
My mama said that I’m not living right
I said, "I’m trying mama"

You raised a lion, mama
I’m known in my town
The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate
[Verse 1: Killer Mike & El-P]
There’s liars on the loose, if we listen to you we’re (all lost)

[Verse 4: El-P]
Better run from the future palooka (haul off)
Just in case the rollers be
My mama said that I’m not living right
You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate
She said, "I’m crying on you"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I’m up early, where the money folders sippin’ Folgers be

She said, "I’m crying on you"
[Verse 2: El-P & Killer Mike]
Every sickening sentence’ll cheapen them tricks you venerate
Swear to God, shit’s so good, fat boy’ll levitate
You acting like it’s safe when the revolution’s been (called off)
I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break"
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate
My mama said that I’m not living right
I’m crying on you, crying on you

She said, "Don’t curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn)
I said, "I’m trying mama"
I ain’t lying, mama
[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
My mama said that I’m not living right
Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries
She said, "I’m crying on you"
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft)
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
Somewhere right close to me
My mama said that I’m not living right
Cause there ain’t no hoe in me
I’ll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery
Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
In those strips where high-rollers be
They want us dying, mama
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
She said, "I’m crying on you"
My mama said that I’m not living right
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me
But I ain’t crying, mama
My woman keep it in the hosiery
I said, "I’m trying mama"
Fuck with us
My mama said that I’m not living right
[Hook: El-P]
I lust after greatness, I’m aiming right at its ovaries
Gun in the holster be
I said, "I’m trying mama"
Rolling on the G