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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Faye
Faye
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Songwriter
Jeffrey Allen
Jeffrey Allen
Songwriter
Ricky Kinchen
Ricky Kinchen
Songwriter
Keirston Jamal Lewis
Keirston Jamal Lewis
Songwriter
Lawrence G. Waddell
Lawrence G. Waddell
Songwriter
Stokley Williams
Stokley Williams
Songwriter
Homer R. O'Dell
Homer R. O'Dell
Songwriter
Jahmal Gwin
Jahmal Gwin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Mixing Engineer
BoogzDaBeast
BoogzDaBeast
Co-Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
araabMUZIK
araabMUZIK
Producer

Lyrics

I, I wait for the day, a sweet gentle sway A sweet gentle sway Okay, y'all gettin' on outta here David, watch out for your lil' brother, and y'all have a good day Love y'all Love you too, Mom You are now listening to AraabMUZIK Somebody tell my mama I made it (C'mon) Mama I made it (C'mon) Tell my mama I made it (C'mon, c'mon) Somebody tell my mama I made it (Oh, uh) Tell my mama I made it Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (Ma) She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent (Never) Tell my mama I made it She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss (Ooh!) I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus Tell my mama I made it (I made it) She used to have to worry if I'm breathin' She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' (Never) Tell my mama I made it So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (I know it) She the only one sent me money in jail (Only one) Tell my mama I made it She used to hold me when I used to bang my head at night (Facts) Ruth's Chris dinners don't taste as good as her eggs and rice (At all) Couldn't be no punk, you told me early, "Son, you better fight" Handlebars shaky, I was beggin' you for a better bike Think it was a Mongoose or one of them BMX shits Innocent baby pictures, never seen me bein' arrested (Never) It was nothin' domestic, I can't hit a woman (Uh-uh) A woman raised me, woman fed me, woman bathed me Ghetto changed me (Woo!) Mama raised me strong, won't let 'em slave me (Never) Thank you for not smokin' crack back in the eighties I was born healthy (Mmm) We ain't have too much at all, I wasn't born wealthy I thank God for keeping me alive (The rest) until my mom's healthy Tell my mama I made it Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (I love you, Ma) She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent Tell my mama I made it She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus Tell my mama I made it (I made it) She used to have to worry if I'm breathin' (Worry) She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' Tell my mama I made it So proud of her firstborn, I could tell She the only one sent me money in jail Tell my mama I made it When Freaky died, you told me, "Dave, stop cryin'" (Stop) Used to be scared to tell the truth, you told me, "Dave, stop lyin'" (Uh) You put too much inside my heart to hear that Dave stopped tryin' It gotta be no tires or no gas if Dave not ridin' You provided, I would ask you for expensive shit, you still would try to buy it Disrespect my mother, I'ma start a riot I see you lookin' tired, doin' the laundry Hope Unc get off that rock, your baby brother been a zombie I just let this drum blow, remember wakin' up The whole crib smell like gumbo (Whole crib) Or rice and beans when I would spend my night with fiends You'd pray me and my brother just be cool You just hoped me and my father never argue Soon as I land, I'ma call you (Uh) Tell my mama I made it (Ma) Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (Never) She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent (Uh-uh) Tell my mama I made it She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it) She used to have to worry if I'm breathin' She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it) So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (I know) She the only one sent me money in jail Tell my mama I made it Front on mama, rather get buried instead (Buried) Introduced us to eatin' syrup and bread Just tell my mama I made it (Uh) I met a lotta people in life, but my mama my favorite I think I'm lit but she remind me I'm David (Every time) When I ain't know what I was goin' through in jail, I came home And took you to Bloomingdale's Missin' your perfume, thinkin' how you would smell My mother, my heart, how could you honestly hate it? (How?) Just wanna let her know, "Yo, Ma, you the greatest" Tell my mama I made it Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent Tell my mama I made it (Been with me all my life) She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus (So I drove for her, you na'mean?) Tell my mama I made it She used to have to worry if I'm breathin' (Mama) She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' Tell my mama I made it (Yeah) So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (So proud) She the only one sent me money in jail Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it) Tell my mama I made it We're havin' conversations, mom and son, like that Tell my mama I made it I did it for her Tell my mama I made it Whatever success is in your own mind Tell my mama I made it, yeah Yeah, yeah, tell my mama I made it
Writer(s): Lawrence Waddell, Jeffrey Allen, Stokley Williams, Keirston Lewis, Ricky Kinchen, Homer Odell, David Brewster, Abraham Oreallana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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