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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Samad Savage
Samad Savage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lex Bratcher
Lex Bratcher
Songwriter
David John Grant
David John Grant
Songwriter
Zepelin Beats
Zepelin Beats
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samad Savage
Samad Savage
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Mama told me to be a doctor (ayy) I ain't never have enough patience Mama told me to be a scholar (ayy, ayy, ayy) Got no class, and I'm dangerous Mama told me to be a lawyer! (Yee, yee, wow) Raisin' every bar that they came with (yeah) Mama told me to be employed, but I put in the work just to say this Mama, I made it Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa Mama, I made it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mama, I made it Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa Mama, I made it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah! Ayy! Did it like I told ya We not from Magnolia but you really made a soldier Ayy, lay somebody for ya And I wish a nigga would like yo' drink gon' need a coaster Hey! Like a locomotive You would train me on the daily just to get me where I'm goin' Lady with a drive that's crazy So I had to get my toe into the door and now I'm rollin' in the dough: patio Can you not see that I be that Nigga that's stickin' around like feedback? So relax Picture me givin' the crown to these wack MCs Whimper when I'm around because, "He snap and reac" I snicker and clown about them They sicker? I highly doubt 'em A killer, a body found in the river? I prob'ly drowned 'em An infinite body count And I'm ignorant, I be shoutin' My image is Ali routin' the quickest hit, I be wylin' I'm finna make mommy proud because Mama told me to be a doctor (nyoom, ayy) I ain't never have enough patience Mama told me to be a scholar (ayy, ayy, ayy) Got no class, and I'm dangerous Mama told me to be a lawyer! (Yee, yee, wow) Raisin' every bar that they came with (yeah) Mama told me to be employed, but I put in the work just to say this Mama, I made it Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa Mama, I made it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mama, I made it Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa Mama, I made it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yuh, look (yeah) My mama said I would make it, said, "Lex, just have faith" (yup) So I had faith, and halfway, got mad, great I don't shoot for nothin' 'cause I ain't gettin' no bad case (no) My shooter keep that thang tucked, like he up in a drag race Huh, um No hyping none of my 'libs (no!) Problem with my shit? No problem driving by where you live (uh-huh) These rappers my seeds, they act hyper? They gettin' hit But I ain't Kat Williams, I am not fightin' none of you kids (woo!) My mic could save crowds (what?), mic could fade clowns (ooh) We homeward bound, me and my Micheal J. hounds I had that block spinnin' like- (brr, ding!) Huh, it's a microwave now (ooh) When I got mad figures, uh-huh (what?) And I made this money from my decisions, uh-huh (what?) So when all these haters wanna be baitin' me Waiting, the top has vacancy And gratefully, that's where I will be sittin' because my! Mama told me to be a doctor (nyoom, ayy) I ain't never have enough patience Mama told me to be a scholar (ayy, ayy, ayy) Got no class, and I'm dangerous Mama told me to be a lawyer! (Yee, yee, wow) Raisin' every bar that they came with (yeah) Mama told me to be employed, but I put in the work just to say this Mama, I made it Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa Mama, I made it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mama, I made it Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa Mama, I made it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah!
Writer(s): Samad Savage, Alexis Bratcher, Noa Calic, Zepelinbeats Zepelinbeats, David John Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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