MAMA

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, told my momma, "Look at me, Momma

We about to leave, Momma

Fly you overseas, Momma"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Look at me, Momma, look at me

I told my momma

"Sorry Momma, for the pain that was caused

I know you hurtin'

Sippin' liquor for the people you lost

I'm trying to dust my shoulders off

So I can win, be a boss

But it's kind of hard when you got people

Praying hard that you loss"

Look in my eyes

You gon' see a youngin' eager to make it

When you been waiting this long

It's kind of hard to be patient

We done slept in shelters

Cold night when I stayed in that basement

Waiting for snow to hit

'Cause that's the only time I got payments

But I ain't fall, though

Word to my uncle, I ball like Rondo

If people did some stuff

I ain't say nothin' but I ain't blind though

Took it on my chin

When I ain't have no father figure

Shout out to my momma

Held it up, she is my father figure

Stay around happy people

Guess that makes me happy, too

No, I ain't happy

I just keep a smile on my face to please you

Raised by a single mother

What makes you think I need you?

And If my family bleed and you the one that did it

Then you bleed too

Look at me, Momma

I done came a long way

I'm rapping on these beats, Momma

Remember when I couldn't even say my A-B-C's, Momma?

Momma, just look at your son

I got the keys, Momma

We about to leave, Momma

Fly you overseas, Momma

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Look at me, Momma

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Look at me, Momma

We about to leave, Momma

Fly you over seas, Momma

Look, yeah, I don't got time for them

I don't build my grind for them

If you say you rap, then rap it to me

Why are you lying for him?

If my uncle was here with a label

I'll sign to him

'Cause he the only I trust for real

I gotta shine for him

I got to pick up my grind and move around

No, I can't sit

I got some people trying to sign me

Knew this rapping was it

Till I get a million dollar car and a million dollars, I'm rich

Then look at my uncle in the sky

Say, "Six figures was it"

Sometimes I walk up in the store

Feel like I ain't going to make it out

Been saying this since I was nine

That we gon' to make it out

I used to take shortcuts to the school

Through them vacant houses

You knew you was with me

So tell me, what you being fake about?

They be like, "Noonie got a passion

He gon' make it"

If I ever make it in the game

I promise that they won't take it

My grandma told me it ain't just go appear

Got to be patient

Ain't nobody in my shoes to do it for me

I'm going to chase it

Look at me, Momma

I done came a long way

I'm rapping on these beats, Momma

Remember when I couldn't even say my A-B-C's, Momma?

Momma, just look at your son

I got the keys, Momma

We about to leave, Momma

Fly you overseas, Momma

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Look at me, Momma

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Look at me, Momma

We about to leave, Momma

Fly you over seas, Momma