AUDIO: Hear Me Momma by Rob49

American singer-songwriter, Rob49, makes a triumphant return with a brand new track titled "Hear Me Momma".

The well-crafted song serves as Rob49's latest entry this year, adding to his impressive discography of previously released songs.

Listeners are invited to immerse themselves in the heartfelt lyrics and soulful melodies of "Hear Me Momma", showcasing Rob49's undeniable talent and passion for music.

Don't miss out on the opportunity to experience the magic of Rob49's music. Listen, Share, and Download "Hear Me Momma" below.

Rob49 Hear Me Momma Lyrics:
Yeah, look like it snowin' outside
I'm in a penthouse with marble floors and I remember that project time
I remember that feeling when the feds and the DA, kicked my front door down
Daddy was in jail, momma was in jail, she lived like Remy Ma
You made my life amazing, see pretty ladies and I start fornicatin'
Now I'm in Time Square from public housing, I finally feel like I made it
Baby, I need help, I was in a dark place, wanted to kill myself
Told myself, "If I'ma treat her like a dog," might as well leave her here

You hear me, momma? (Momma)
I'm talkin' to you, you hear me, momma? (Momma)
Yeah

I done came a long way from the start
I got a big hole in my heart
I could've lost my life when they was shootin' at me and T-Man in that car
I could've lost my route, in the hood every day like I ain't no fuckin' star
I was supposed to be a right hand man for that lil' robbery in City Park, uh

You hear me, momma?
I'm talkin' to you, you hear me, momma? (Momma)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah-yeah)

Momma, I think I lost my mind, I got a empty soul inside
Broke my heart when my dog said he was gonna kill Machai, that nigga fried
I was in my projects, seventeen sellin' weed, niggas wasn't outside
My big cousin tryna rob, the day he died feel like I died, oh

You hear me, momma?
I'm talkin' to you, you hear me, momma? (Momma)
Yeah (momma)

They call me selfish, I'd give my heart to see my doggy win
Every time they see it was extra smoke them niggas got out that mix
I peep everything them niggas be doin', they think I'm dumb as shit
I can name every nigga who do fu shit, my name ain't on that list
Momma, I still talk to the Lord and pray my soul to keep
I'm one of the realest niggas alive, why they wan' murder me?
They want me in the projects sellin' weed, I'm tryna be overseas
I'm tryna get the state to take life back from my Uncle Keith, they sayin' he don't deserve to leave

You hear me, momma?
I'm talkin' to you, you hear me, momma? (Momma)
Yeah

Came a long way from them bricks, niggas ain't never give me shit
One of my dogs went sour on me, I turnt up bad, I know he sick
Rest in peace to big D3, I was tryna rob shit 'cause of him
'Member them ngigas shot up my car, I looked at T see they ain't miss
Right after that I had got rich, right after that we had got lit
I guess God make everything happen for a reason, I feel like Mitch
Got that ball and put that pressure on him
I'm still in the trap like I ain't rich or somethin'
Still sendin' blitz like I ain't rich or somethin'
Still with the killers like I ain't rich or somethin'
Still in the hood like I ain't rich or somethin'
Still with the shits like I ain't rich or somethin'

Oh, momma, momma, momma, momma
Oh, momma
Momma, momma, momma, momma
Oh, momma, yeah