Mama
That's facts brother
Tellem we back Gutta
Ain't nothing more important than loving our black mothers
Ain't nowhere safer than standing outside my mama crib
Can't be more thankful for all the shit that my mama did
My mama spot where I go to let my problems in
My nigga problems my problems she let my partners in
I'm sick of all these trips to the doctor Lord let my mama live
I'm missing all them trips to the doctor
I want my grandma here
I'm sipping on this drink cause this some shit that I ain't trying to feel
I been holding this pain full of rage I got no chill yea
I'm so filled with pain and I let it turn to anger
My brothers trying to tell me Gutta turn that to a banger
I rather hit my mama crib and tell her what I'm thinking
My grandma was the only one who could tame me
And grandma I'm so thankful
You whipped me into shape and I'm literally talking spankings
I just needed taming and yo love dont need explaining
Yo house still on the hill but it just dont feel the same and
I just left yo grave talking to you know it's raining
Yea raindrops
I cannot wait til the day until the pain stops
Every day when I pray I do name drops
And everybody know where I stay like this the main spot
We stay standing outside uh'it its da hood but we proud uh'it
Passing round load bud nothing but family around us
I'm reminiscing some shit I did with my mama I'm proud of
I'm in da trenches wit niggas that did more shit you can count up
I'm trying to run up these riches and give my mama like half uh'it
You told me to be grateful yet I'm wishing we had more
No mo kicking in back doors
We so sick of the bad luck
I just wish we could laugh more pouring up on the back porch
Ain't nowhere safer than standing outside my mama crib
Can't be more thankful for all the shit that my mama did
My mama spot where I go to let my problems in
My nigga problems my problems
She let my partners in
I'm sick of all these trips to the doctor Lord let my mama live
I'm missing all these trips to the doctor
I want my grandma here
I'm sipping on this drink
Cause this some shit that I ain't trying to feel
I been holding this pain full of rage I got no chill yea
Tellem we back Gutta
Ain't nothing more important than loving our black mothers
Ain't nowhere safer than standing outside my mama crib
Can't be more thankful for all the shit that my mama did
My mama spot where I go to let my problems in
My nigga problems my problems she let my partners in
I'm sick of all these trips to the doctor Lord let my mama live
I'm missing all them trips to the doctor
I want my grandma here
I'm sipping on this drink cause this some shit that I ain't trying to feel
I been holding this pain full of rage I got no chill yea
I'm so filled with pain and I let it turn to anger
My brothers trying to tell me Gutta turn that to a banger
I rather hit my mama crib and tell her what I'm thinking
My grandma was the only one who could tame me
And grandma I'm so thankful
You whipped me into shape and I'm literally talking spankings
I just needed taming and yo love dont need explaining
Yo house still on the hill but it just dont feel the same and
I just left yo grave talking to you know it's raining
Yea raindrops
I cannot wait til the day until the pain stops
Every day when I pray I do name drops
And everybody know where I stay like this the main spot
We stay standing outside uh'it its da hood but we proud uh'it
Passing round load bud nothing but family around us
I'm reminiscing some shit I did with my mama I'm proud of
I'm in da trenches wit niggas that did more shit you can count up
I'm trying to run up these riches and give my mama like half uh'it
You told me to be grateful yet I'm wishing we had more
No mo kicking in back doors
We so sick of the bad luck
I just wish we could laugh more pouring up on the back porch
Ain't nowhere safer than standing outside my mama crib
Can't be more thankful for all the shit that my mama did
My mama spot where I go to let my problems in
My nigga problems my problems
She let my partners in
I'm sick of all these trips to the doctor Lord let my mama live
I'm missing all these trips to the doctor
I want my grandma here
I'm sipping on this drink
Cause this some shit that I ain't trying to feel
I been holding this pain full of rage I got no chill yea
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Writer(s): Anthony Frazier
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