[Verse 1: YG]
Momma said I ain't acting like her son
Cause I'm getting money Momma, you ain't giving me none
You can't buy me them J's [bad word] out tomorrow
So get used to the things that I'm doing for dollars
You said: "Boy, you better watch your back
Your pops in jail, remember that"
Momma it get like that
You said: "Don't call me for no bail money"
Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me
You said: "Keenon, keep that [bad word] out my house"
I said I'm 18
You said: "This your place?" Nah, this is Section 8
Smacked me like bah, "you little disrespectful [bad word] 
Like mmm... momma you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya
"You gon' treat me like this? And you know I have seizures
You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers" [bad word]  now I'm feeling less than a man
Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand
I'm sorry momma...

[Hook: Ty Dolla Sign]
I'm sorry momma
Let me take some weight off your shoulders
I'm singing to momma
You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over

[Verse 2: YG]
I'm sorry momma, I know I ain't [bad word] I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't slick
Your last dollars...
Yeah, that was me who stole 'em out your purse
(What?) yeah, I know it hurts
I remember days we used to go to church
I used to fall asleep, that [bad word] used to work your nerves
I remember when you had surgery
In a wheelchair hooked to IV’s that hurt me
You're like Superwoman in my eyes
You do a lot to be blind out of one eye
But you ain't let that hold you back
You wheeled on your marathon [bad word] your laps
I broke into houses and sold stolen things for you
I know that ain't the type of things your son should do
You gave birth to me, I love you and thank you
Just know you're well-appreciated

[Hook]